Number 2 was born October 8, 1993. She has made it all this time without once taking a pair of scissors to her hair and chopping herself bald. That is 16 3/4 years if you are counting.
Number 3 was born September 9, 1999 (9/9/99, you're welcome 3 and you are VERY welcome 3's future husband). She has made it all this time without once taking a pair of scissors to her hair and chopping herself bald. That is 10 3/4 years if you are counting.
Number 4 was born on April 13, 2002. In 2004, when she was 2 1/2, after church one Sunday, she went in her room and shut the door and cut off her PIGGY TAILS all the way down to her scalp. She looked like a baby Ellen Degeneres for a year. I cried at least 17 times over that.
In 2006, when she was 4, she allowed her friend Ireland to play hairdresser on her and chop her hair from the middle of her back to above her shoulders. I paddled her butt and cried about 9 times over that one.
On June 7, 2010, when she was 8 years old, And old enough to know better, she got a huge tangle in her hair and nonchalantly got the biggest scissors she could find and chopped off the entire front of her all one length perfect bob. Because that made so much more sense than getting someone to help her get the tangle out. And she got her butt paddled and I'm still crying.
I. Don't. Do. Bangs.
So my baby went from this:
I'm just too bitter to hear it right now.