So yesterday after returning home from work, I saw the first evidence of something tragic and terribly wrong!
On the bathroom floor there was a piece of blond hair and our hair cutting scissors. Kate denied that she had cut her hair, but then confessed to the crime. She then began crying saying that I couldn't possibly cut anymore of her hair and that the rubber band had been stuck in her hair.
This morning, I began the task of cutting my baby's hair. Here is the pile of what was lost:
And then the finished product. While probably not perfectly straight, it actually isn't as bad as it looks in the photo. I think she is going to like her new hairdo!!!