making the cut

Everybody does it, at least once.  Well, Laura has done it twice (probably more?) once as a three year old, and once as an anxious aunt-to-be.  So, maybe it just depends on the person.

But for Ella, she's done it once.  And the look on her face, at first, was pure accomplishment.

"I cut my hair, mama!"

A satisfied grin, but when it met my expression of surprise {horror?} she quickly realized that she had an err in judgement.

At least she didn't hurt herself.

At least she had her hair in a pony, so the front was the only part chopped.  {although this hairstyle lends itself to the endearing term of "the mullet".}

At least she made cuts in different areas, not just one side, or one snip of her bangs.

At least it is only hair, and it grows.  Fast.

At least we have an emergency hair stylist, who pampered Ella and reinforced the idea that only she should cut Ella's hair.

At least she didn't decide to give her sister a new 'do.  Or me.  Or the cats.  

Consider us blessed :)