I had these grand ideas when my daughter was born about what her hair would look like. Most importantly, she would never have a mushroom haircut. Her hair would always be brushed. Her hair would be well maintained and styled at all times. In essence, something resembling this -
However, the reality of the situation was more like this -
It got so bad, that the nursery leaders at church weren't even being nice or tactful about it anymore. "Her hair is in her ARMPITS!!!" they would irritably tell me. It finally hit me last night: If I can't keep my own hair maintained, how am I supposed to maintain the long coif of an active 2 year old?
So, last night we reluctantly gave Amelia her first haircut. It was a spontaneous tag team effort between Erik and I. With the poor communication between Erik and I, a serious lack of haircutting skills, and a wiggly toddler, it was a real formula for disaster.
It's been a day, and I'm still sad about it. More angry, I guess, that we even tried to cut it ourselves. What were we thinking?!?
This is me realizing I am giving my daughter a bad mushroom hair cut (as opposed to a good mushroom haircut), and that it is too late to turn back now.
I promise the bangs aren't as uneven as they look in the picture. It's just the way she's standing or something. It reminds me of what I told my college roommate when I burned her hair with an iron. "At least you have a pretty face. At least you have a pretty face."