So the boys' hair was getting too long... covering the tops of their ears, sticking up crazy in the morning, and little mullets forming at the backs of their necks. So it was time to cut their hair. And Elizabeth made me cut hers too (because she wanted to look like Mommy). I had been putting off cutting her hair. I was nervous to do it myself, having had no formal training, and not sure how it would turn out. But we did it, and I'm so glad we did! She's never been cuter, and she's so happy about her hair, she still gasps when she glimpses herself in the mirror, and says, "Mom, I LOVE my bangs! Thank you!!!"
And the boys are back to looking clean and handsome instead of... let's just say rustic! and handsome.