It was only a matter of time before it happened. With all the other disasters Emily has orchestrated, I guess it shouldn't have surprised me to find long strands of blonde hair under the table. But I gasped nonetheless. If you look at Emily she tends to get upset and tell you to stop looking at her. Only this morning she began shouting at Jane because Jane dared to look at her while she munched her Cheerios. This said, I avoid looking at Emily. Why start an unpleasant scene? Therefore, I didn't even notice her haircut till dinnertime last night. After discovering the evidence under the table, believe me I took a good look at Emily. She has a crooked tuft of hair right in front. They can't even be called "bangs" because they are so short. If she had a happy disposition her hair would look only clownish, but as she tends to be a little black rain cloud, her hair depresses me further.
As I was writing these melancholy lines I thought of Winnie-the-Pooh singing, "I'm just a little black rain cloud, Pay no attention to me." That stanza is Emily's heart song. Alas, Emily may find her unusual hair draws unwanted gazes.
The photos above were prior to scissors. When I have the courage I will post her new look.
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oh poor sweet girl. she so reminds me of my elizabeth, such an attitude, so strong willed. i wonder what she will be like at 3. please post a picture of emily. you know, with four kids, it was inevitable that one of them would give themselves a free haircut. maybe now you can breathe a sigh of relief that you got that one out of the way. you know, it could have been worse. at least it was just hair. and only a little.
i just noticed that she has jane in a headlock. her own form of love.
Oh, what a funny look you must have had on your face when you first saw her! My nieces just did the same thing, to the "delight" of my sister in law. Thank goodness hair grows back...and thank goodness she didn't try to trim Jane's hair as well! Those strong willed kids are so humbling aren't they? God uses them every day to remind me that I do not know it all.
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