You guessed it. Carly cut her hair. I am now officially a member of the "My Daughter Cut Her Hair Club." Last night we were finishing our Father's Day celebrations at my in-laws by watching a movie (Forever Strong-which was a great movie by the way) when I noticed Carly wasn't around. London was sleeping, so I was kind of curious as to where she'd gone off too by herself. But I didn't investigate. She came to me soon enough. It was dark in the room, so I couldn't tell at first. But then I noticed and started freaking out inwardly. Outwardly, I was trying to stay calm. I went to find the physical evidence. I needed it. It wasn't real to me until I saw the huge clump of hair. She had gotten little sewing scissors and cut strands one at a time placing them neatly in the little stroller she was playing with. I was devastated. I suppose the Lord was trying to humble me. I take a lot of pride in my kids. I have fun dressing Carly cute and especially doing her hair in fun ways and putting fun accessories in her hair. Everyone who knows me should know this. Anyhow I asked her repeatedly why she had done this. After a few minutes of me asking her and Jenn, Kim, and Sarah staring at her and touching her hair, she realized it was not a good thing and started crying. Chloe was so cute to her. She took her off to play and help her feel better. She brought her back wearing one of Sarah's sweatshirts with the hood on her head and a lovely crown on top. It was sweet. Jenn had some tips for me since London had given herself a half mullet three months ago. Later that night in bed, I had a good cry over it. (It's ridiculous, but it is that time of the month for me too, so you can understand.) So thankfully today my hairdresser, Deneen, fit us in and chopped off the back of Carly's hair making it into a bob. She looks cute. It's not nearly as bad as it could have been, but she basically looks like she did when she was one. I will miss some of the cute ways I could put her hair up, but I'm coming to terms with it. Life will go on.
