So, my mommy mode of operation: we rarely part one another until they are about 6 or 7 months (dates are pretty much the only exception).
Today, my roots were looking b-a-d and so me and my girl went to the salon. She was a little doll. She acted like she was born for all that chatter, blow drying and hours spent doing little of anything. Before I know it, she'll be...Oh, I can't even bare to say it.
I love you little thing and can't wait to do more girly things together.
Isn't this face priceless- my translation "What in the world has mom done to her hair?!?"