I started to title this post, Hair and Teeth Part II, but no teeth are involved. Evelyn has been trying to grow her hair out since she got here almost two years ago. The back of her head has cooperated enthusiastically. The front of her head? Not so much - thereby resulting in a lovely baby mullet.
Baby mullets are great for baby pigtails, but not much else. Her hair was out of control, I tell ya'. It was time to cut Evelyn's hair and launch her into the big girl world of bad hair days, haircuts gone awry and just plain bad hairstyle choices.
Would you let a man, whose hair looks like this, cut your baby's hair?
Hey, desperate times. Desperate measures.
Surprisingly, the three middle kids took a keen interest in the proceedings.
None of them wanted us to cut Evie's hair. Ethan: "Do we have to cut off her curls, Mom?" Blythe: "Aw, that makes me sad."
Evelyn's attitude quickly disintegrated from happy participant to outspoken dissenter.
Those little hairs are SO itchy!
Finally. Done!
The baby mullet is tucked safely away in a pink baby book to be discovered later by a grown up Evelyn, who will ask her Mama, "Why did you let me wear my hair like that???"
And I will tell her, "Only after you've smelled the sweet curls and twisted them tenderly between your fingers will you understand the difficulty in parting with them, my dear, sweet Evelyn."
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