In the midst of our week-from-hell (see last post), Reese got her first haircut. It was the bright spot of the weekend – she loved the experience. Ran for the chair and sat so still, with a slight grin on her face. If you didn’t know we were going, you probably can’t tell – an inch off the back of mostly scraggly curls and the bangs trimmed out of her eyes. Man, my little mini is cute. And she turns three tomorrow.
I’ve been a parent for three years. I just realized that I made it. I survived the twos. Somebody should make a t-shirt for that.