Funny Hair

I have this thing during pregnancy. Well, during always; but heightened during pregnancy. I get sick of my hair. So, in an effort to not be too drastic, I cut bangs yesterday. Gabriel spent the rest of the morning giggling every time he looked at me, telling me he was laughing at my funny hair. He took this picture, but I had to move to get into the shot. Enjoy my silly hair!

Micah Scissorhands

It was bound to happen. I've spent years of anticipation. Last week, the key ingredients found themselves all in the same bathroom.

1. pair of child's scissors
2. preschooler (substitute advanced toddler if out of preschoolers)
3. bathroom mirror

Give ingredient #2 a few uninterrupted minutes alone, and look what you get:




Because Autumn interrupted him, the front left section was all attacked. She managed to persuade him to cut her hair, as well. But it was only a slight trim for her, which I blended in by cutting a little length and then adding some layers. Micah? Only a buzz would fix his own haircut. Oh well...his boyish long locks will grow back soon, I guess.