You're such a cut up!

'Tis the season for haircuts, I guess. Eliza has been bugging me all summer to chop her luscious locks. I'm not even going to lie, I love her hair. She's got amazing hair; a wonderful combination from both sides of the family. Her hair is thick, shiny, manageable, and has perfect highlights & low lights. (all natural) She has donated her hair to Locks of Love twice. Each time a big, thick ponytail of ten and twelve inches long. That's my secret plot to keep her hair so long; she can cut it when it's long enough to donate. I would be such a waste to let all that perfect hair just fall to the floor of the salon. (and because I can't bear to cut it) I keep telling her she needs to wait just two more inches.

I finally caved. It was one small thing I could do for her. She starts sixth grade this year. Yikes. I *remember* sixth grade. It doesn't seem like so long ago that Ryan Whats-his-face was tormenting me on the bus. Or the fact that I was *so*thrilled* to be taking art class, a class that I couldn't believe I was getting a grade for! Eliza has had her own set of worries. I couldn't help her with any of her anxieties or "what-if's"; but I could help by granting the desire to cut her hair.



Now she says she feels '..a bit more ready' for sixth grade.
Sixth grade. Again, Yikes!

Trying out a new "look" for school.

Oh, and here's what happens when I leave Daddy & Grant alone during "Haircut Time". No, it's not a trick of the light, Grant's hair was cut down to the nubs. That is a 'zero' on the clippers. His hair is so freaking blond, he looks like a cancer patient. I cut his hair short in the summer, but never that short. He likes the feel of it; spikey like Daddy's.