The mullet had to go. I had thought of trimming her hair for a while now, as it has obviously been growing into a natural mullet formation, but Andrew thought it was cute and didn't want me to cut it. He's partial to mullets, I guess, because he had one growing up. Heh, heh. It was when we got together with my college roommates that I decided it must be done. I was joking that night that Kate had a mullet and Lindsay said, "Oh ok. So you do know. You always wonder if parents see the same things."
So last week I got her into the tub and whipped out the scissors. It turned out to be really really hard to cut a straight line with Kate turning around every two seconds. She had a worried "What are you doing back there?" expression. I probably cut off about two inches. I thought I did a pretty good job until the next day when I saw it. There were jagged lines all over the place that didn't show up that night after the bath (or in the picture). I explained to my fellow nursery worker what had happened to her hair. She nodded and said, "Ohhh...okay."
I'm tryin' here!
5 comments:
Your braver than I am. I refuse to cut hair. But I'm glad you got rid of the mullet. hehe..
wow, i made your blog. i feel like a rock star! i've turned over a new blog-reading leaf.
lol, Lindsay, you were my inspiration. Maybe if you continue to grace this blog with your presence, your name will be mentioned more often. :)
Good job on the haircut!!
She looks so grown up!
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