And "Hair's" the truth......

Every other time I have been pregnant I get to a point in my pregnancy where I feel the desire to drastically cut off my hair. I'm sure this is some sub-conscious desire to have some sort of control over pretty much the only place I have any control on my changing body. Who knows, all I know is that it happens every time and this time is no different. Well maybe a little different. I promised myself I would make no rash decisions while pregnant and would wait and see how I felt after the baby came. Still the desire didn't go away.
And this my friends is where having a daughter is a wonderful thing.
Olivia came home from school one day last week and was pretty sweaty after having PE right before school got out. I capitalized on this and asked her if she wanted my friend Brit, who happened to be spending the day hanging out with me, to cut her hair. She readily agreed. So here it is. I'm loving it. She loves it.....mostly because she gets to do her own hair in the morning, and I'm feeling like I got it out of my system. I never understood the concept of living vicariously through your children before.......maybe now it makes more sense.