Sometimes I just wish we could do the #2 fade

With the four girls, you can imagine that a simple little thing, like going to get haircuts is quite an ordeal. Finding the time to take them all is way too hard. Which usually leaves me going to the salon 4 times in a week. Well, that gets old, so last night I bit the bullet and loaded them up and we headed to the nearest establishment with scissors and Chi flat irons.

It only took 3 1/2 hours, my girls have a lot of hair, and needed a lot of work. Note to self, when only one stylist is working, come back another day. So needless to say, I wasn't ready to see the inside of a salon for a long while.

This morning while cleaning up all the scraps of paper that my sweet Kathryn just tosses on the laundry room floor next to the trash can while doing "art" projects, I picked up something else. Hair, hair, and more hair. I tracked her down and sure enough a big chunk was missing in the front. A very big chunk. A so very obvious, I can't believe I didn't beat you hard enough the last time you pulled this stunt, why did I waste 20 dollars last night, could you have at least waited til after we took our Christmas card photo chunk was missing.

I was back at the salon much quicker than anticipated. And she's grounded from scissors for life. And now rocking some face framing layers.

And someone else is missing some big chunks as well. Almost 6 inches worth. She saw the picture in the style book and there was no going back. Not even my tears and bribes of bubblegum and Webkinz could change her mind.




And the other two... well, Alli of course hates her cut. Because she's a teenager and they hate everything. Even though she still has freakin' movie star hair. And Abby is happy. She'd be happy with a mohawk. She's always happy. Because she's not a teenager. Yet.

And I'm thinking it's high time to start training myself on the damn Barbie head no one plays with anymore. Except I can't even cut paper straight...