I (obviously) have four children. But I only have one little girl.
She used to be a Zen baby.
Grandma Gausman & 6 month old Paige |
Now, well, let’s just say the word most often used to describe Paige’s disposition on her daycare’s daily sheets is sassy.
Don't touch my Easter candy |
And while she does love dresses (sometimes)
Note the shoes |
In Paige’s defense, her hair is a bit hard to deal with. There is a lot of it and it isn’t stick straight like Matthew’s or even pleasantly wavy like William’s & Joshua’s. She has inherited my not-quite-straight-not-quite-curly-stuck-in-some-horrible-in-between-place locks. Her hair is impossible to comb, hard to brush & she’d rather just flip it out of her eyes than let me do anything to it. She pulls out headbands & barrettes and little butterfly clippie things don’t stand a chance around her brothers. So most days I just try to pull back the sides in a simple half pony tail and hope for the best.
But, she was beginning to look just a tad bit to wild-child for my taste
And her bangs were practically under her eyes so the other day I picked her up early from day care and we traipsed out to my stylist for a haircut. I warned her that she would need her fastest scissors for Paige.
But you know what? That little booger did awesome. She sat nicely and they even put a few layers in the back so it will lay a little nicer.
So what's a girl to do after an afternoon of beauty? Head for the nearest Starbucks for a cake pop & coffee (vanilla milk) of course!
Because she is Paige, she wouldn't sit nicely for a picture so you can't really tell how cute the haircut is...but trust me, it is way cute. And she knows it!
1 comment:
Let's face it... SHE IS CUTE! As are they all. Love the new Blog look and the resolve to write and post more frequently. :)
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