What a week....

Lillian decided on Friday to cut her own hair...yes 4 days before school starts. We have been growing her bangs out for months and they were getting pretty long too. So she comes up to me Friday night and says "Mommy do I look different?" I looked at her and she was wearing rain boots with her shorts...so I say " Yes cute rain boots!" She says " No look higher" with a big proud smile on her face. I look closer "YOU CUT YOUR HAIR?" I was in complete shock. She had cut her bangs...sooo short in some places and took chunks out of the sides. The good thing is she did alot of the underneath hairs and she was using these fold up tiny little scissors. Jill, who was there, says"It could be so much worse". Which is true..I guess.

The next day we try to figure out how best to fix her hair. No more braiding the front, which I love to do. Even when I try to clip back the bangs little spiky hairs peak out. The o

nly solution is to cut all her bangs to try and hide the spots that the hair is cut really close to the scalp. So we go over to PaPa's house to have Grandma Melanie fix her bangs.

First day of school comes around...I decide I will wake up at 7 go jogging come back shower...then wake her up at 8:00 to get ready...school starts at 9. Nope she had other plans she is up at 7:30 when I get back from jogging. She is so excited to go to school...she is rushing me all morning. She kept saying" We are running late" We get to the school 15 minutes early and they don't open the door to her class until 9:00. Oh and we have to sign her in and out so not like we can just drop her off. So we sit outside her class and wait. She still looked way cute even though her hair was not the way I envisioned it.

So we get into the class room and she starts crying when I say goodbye. I feel so bad..she is the only kid crying. I finally leave after hugging her bye 5 times. I cry as I walk to my car...hard to leave your baby girl when she is crying and begging you to take her home to daddy. I almost turned around then reminded nyself...this is good for her. She called me after school...she was fine loved it.

She cried the next day too!