The Scragglies

I la-la-la-love Jane's curly hair.

It might not come straight from her skull like a corkscrew, but it forms the most adorable ringlets after a few inches.

this photo was taken a few days ago, when, after nap time, i informed jane we'd be headed to the mall to meet daddy and "ride the horseys". she promptly insisted that she change into her "pretty, pretty skirt".

I do. I do love the long, curly hair. But I hate scraggly hair (and baby mullets) more. For some time, I've been paranoid about the scragglies with Jane.

Then, a few weeks ago, Lane turned to me after church and said "I think we need to get Jane's hair cut."

Done. It's true. Here, on my neglected blog, I try to post only the most flattering hair photos, but the little darling started having more scraggly hair moments than beauti-amiss moments awhile ago.

So today my princess and I went on a Mommy/Daughter date.

I said goodbye to the waves of scraggly curls:

Jane picked her outfit.

And off we headed to a real salon.

After Barney, a haircut, a lollipop and a fashion show of the new cut to the dogs at the Dog Park, Jane informed me she preferred chicken and fries to ice cream as the conclusion to our date.

We lived it up grand style at the local McDonald's where Jane tried to tell every stranger she met that she cut her hair and got a lollipop. Then home again, home again like the little pigs we were to show our new look to Daddy.

I'm still adjusting.