I loved Mae's long hair...
I was getting really tired of dealing with it.
You see she would put food in it. On purpose. Now you would think that perhaps a child who did that loved getting her hair washed but does Mae? Oh no. She'd scream like a banshee at every single washing. Today, I'd had enough.
Oddly enough it wasn't as much food today. But I'd carefully brushed it out this morning and by this afternoon it was completely matted (how can you manage that child). And so I told Paul I wanted to cut it and he said it was fine with him.
Which is when she went from this:
I almost lost my nerve when I brushed it and it looked so pretty and shiny again... but then I grabbed the scissors and began to snip:
Before you knew it, I had this in my hand:
And Mae was actually pretty happy with her new short hair. She kept touching it and laughing:
I do miss her long hair... I'm just a fan of long hair... but I have a feeling this will be much, much easier until she outgrows her, let's put this bowl of chili in my hair phase that she's in right now!