...got a haircut on Saturday.
Her first, to be exact.
(I'm not counting the slight trim I gave her around Christmas to even out the ends, or the two random curls that hung behind her ears as a baby that looked ridiculous.)
She loved it. I thought she would HATE it!
Mother's don't know everything. Either that, or suckers make everything bearable.
If I had the time, I'd get sentimental and weepy.
I'm just having so much fun with her, and am too proud of her to be sad as I watch her grow into her own little person. It's pretty amazing, and I am so blessed by Ellie and all the joy she brings to our family.
So, her first real haircut at exactly 2 years old.
How long do I have to wait to take her with me for a pedicure?!...