It's hilarious to me how different my own offspring are from each other, especially physically. Ava's staying pretty steadily ahead of Taylor in regards to how big she was at each milestone, and plus, she's got all that hair. Poor Munkie was bald as hell for most of her first year, and once I was ready to trim off all the scraggly bits around her first birthday, Jody fought me on it because it seemed ungrateful to him to cut off any of that long awaited hair, no matter how mullett-esque it was.
This time however things were totally different. You all remember my little Zoolander baby when she first came out, and as most hair-born babies do, she has rubbed off a lot of what was there along the back and sides of her head. What remained was this horrible strip of long hair along the top that was eerily resemblant of an old man's comb-over, if that old man happened to be Hitler. Yeah, Jody pointed out that our little girl's hair was a little too close for our comfort to the leader of the Third Reich earlier today. That was enough to decide for us both that it was time to even that mess out.
The whole event was rather short-lived (about 5 minutes), and uneventful if you don't count her screaming and crying the whole time. But, that's what I get for deciding to pester her right before her dinner time. When this chick is hungry, its time to eat, and she has no patience for anything else. Anyhoo, I got the scraggly mess evened up for the most part, and she now looks like a little girl again, as opposed to a heinous killer.
That's right, I braved this ordeal and cut her hair myself. Considering it does look a little choppy, I'll probably let Lovie or Grammy do the honors next time.
Note the 1989 rat-tail at the nape of the neck, yeah, that crap's gone now too.
So much happier with her snazzy new 'do. Oh, and the fact that she finally got to eat didn't hurt either.
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