Pictures from Sacramento

And then mom cried

Today I finally had to admit defeat in the battle against Anna's hair. Someday she'll be old enough to tame and care for it herself, but right now the snarled and tangled cloud of frizz is just too much to handle. Every morning, afternoon and night we comb it out with water and within 5 minutes it's reverted to barbarian chic. She's been begging to go back to the "Haircut Store" and saying she wanted it short- so today I took her.



She barely noticed the procedure and giggled the whole way home, talking about Kurt's lawn work. I stared in the rear view mirror at her so much I nearly caused a traffic accident and fought back tears. There's just something so difficult about cutting off a little girl's hair! She had none for so long, was bald well past her first birthday, so it seems like we should have treasured every honey-colored curl. But the fact remains that the curls lasted an hour and then the rat nest settled in. Here she is now, a little lady-- with short, SHORT hair. She's both happy and oblivious. I'm struggling. Sigh...

Playdate pictures

Favorite Quotes of the Moment

Anna:

"When I was a baby and my sister tried to hug me, I started to drink."

Silvia:

"I'm just getting my La-La's right now." (she was singing)