Well, three out of four of us now have short hair.
The original plan was that we would all go to the hair cutting place and we'd take turns, but once there, I went first and then no one else wanted to get their hair cut that day! In fact, on the way home, Maya insisted that she would never cut her hair in a million thousand years. Ella said she just wanted to eat cookies for dinner and she wouldn't get her hair cut, ever, either. And I don't think Brett really wanted to cut his hair in the first place.
Fine. At least I got my hair cut. So I just let it be, no one else had to cut their hair if they didn't want to. A few days later, while we were outside at the picnic table painting nails, Maya and Ella decided that they actually did want to have their hair cut. It came out that the reason they didn't want to cut their hair the other day was because they were afraid to sit in the big chair and they didn't want that cloth to go around their necks and the scissors the lady was using were, "too big and pointy". So, we pretended that I was the lady who cuts hair, I took my scissors and cut off their long, beautiful pony-tales, and they were delighted. I think I did a pretty good job, considering that I only had about a minute where they sat still.
Brett didn't see their new haircuts until the next morning, because he was at his baseball game while all this happened. But he agrees, they look super cute.
The last picture I have of Maya and Ella with long hair, taken just before Brett left for his baseball game. Maya and Ella are showing him their pretty nails.
Washing off with the hose.
Maya remembers when she was a baby and she used to fit in this tub.
My short hair!
All three of us.
Sillies with short hair.
Another picture from a trip blueberry picking a few days later that shows the back of their hair.
Babies. Lots of babies.