Thursday, February 14, 2013

Libby's Hair Fiasco



So I happened like this: Libby was having a grand ol' time cutting up construction paper. And then she went upstairs for awhile. No big deal. But then she came downstairs and Eric and I realized she was missing, um, her HAIR! So we tried to keep ourselves from freaking out and examined the damage. It was far from what I could salvage at home. So we hopped in the car and headed to the kiddie salon, where luckily they worked their magic and she was soon looking less like a runway model and more like a cute little boy. So now we're doing our best to wear pink clothing and put lots of telltale bows in her hair.
So there's that.
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Stefani said...

I had to admit I couldn't wait to click on the link when I saw the title of your post. I love hair fiascos, especially when they don't have to do with my own children. I love the "after" picture. It reminds me of our old cat Rammi (remember her?) who got such bad fur clumps, she had to be shaved every so often. She was always so ashamed for several days afterward. You can just see the look in Libby's eye. She knows she did a bad, bad thing. I think she makes a very adorable little boy :)

February 14, 2013 at 11:21 AM

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