Anyone who knows Alex knows that she's never had much hair. She was 2 before I could even attempt putting teeny tiny elastics in. And now, at almost 3, she has enough hair for a small ponytail.
The lack of hair is not because we've been cutting it short. In fact, recently, someone asked me how old she was when she first had a haircut. My answer? Um....never. Which is not entirely true -- she's had her bangs cut by me 4 times since her second birthday.
And this is where my mom fail moment comes in. (Side note to my mom, I think you know where this story is going...because you've been there.)
Last night, after her bath, I decided she needed her bangs cut again. They were long and stragly and she was constantly sweeping them out of her eyes. So out came the scissors.
A minute or so later, her bangs were cut -- not quite straight and a little too short. Ok, a lot too short. I'd done it three other times over the last year, but this time, I failed. Quite badly.
Maybe I can get some barrettes and clip her bangs back every morning until they grow out a bit. (Yeah, like she'll leave those in all day long.)
Or maybe I should just take her to the hairdresser for a proper haircut.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 02, 2011
On the first school snow day in Toronto in 12 years (and this is not the time or place to debate whether there's really enough snow out there to merit a snow day), I figure this is the perfect opportunity to remember (or dream of) summer. This was the kids, last July, playing in the wading pool.
And on that note, I must go shovel the driveway again.
(At least the kids are having fun playing in the snow.)