A Cut above the rest

So today's adventure was definitely a first for me. The kiddos and I were hanging out at a friend's house. Friend and I were talking in the living room when Julie ran out to show us her beautiful new hair cut. Apparently they were playing salon, and her five-year-old friend was the stylist. There was a section that represented roughly a quarter of over all hair that had been shortened from mid-back to chin length. So... I schemed to have her hair "fixed" by a professional while in town. Murphy, always happy to foil even my best laid plans, played a vital role in todays events. As I went to grab my wallet from the truck I realized that I had forgotten it in the living room, of my own house. Now for normal people this is not such a big deal, but for those of us fortunate enough (really, we DO love it) to live in Red Rock, it is at the very least 22 miles to return home to get that all-important wallet, one way. So ever the adventurer I decided to save fifty miles in the truck and countless gallons of gas and attempt to cut it myself. First she cried, then she got mad, and finally she conceded to let me cut her hair. It was indeed a harrowing experience. Ever seen a four-year-old girl who could stay still for more than two seconds? Yeah, neither have I and Julie is certainly no exception. So we did the best we could, and Julie cried again, but I think it's finally to the point that she can be seen in public long enough to get her to a real stylist to fix things.

After the cut I took the kids upstairs to put Julie in the shower. To show her how beautiful her new short hair could be we blowed it dry and put all kinds of fancy clips in it. While we were laboring away at that Gideon slipped away and found Julie's play blow-dryer and came back to help dry Julie's hair. It was really sweet and incredibly funny. And now I'm off to serve dinner, get the kids in bed and do some MAJOR cramming for tomorrow's trig exam.