First haircut

Well, after 2 years and 4 months I finally broke down and gave Whitney her first haircut. (If you can call it that.) I regularly cut both Brandon's and Andrew's hair and think I do just fine. But girl hair is so different! If I made a big mistake on one of the boys' hair, it would grow out in a week or two. But, a big mistake on Whitney's hair could take a LONG time to fix. So, I've been paranoid about doing it. I feel like she's reached a stage where bangs would look cute on her. But, sometimes I see little girls who have bangs half way to the back of their head and I don't want that look. I decided yesterday to just cut a few and this was the result:

(She asked me to draw a kangaroo on her patch yesterday. Wow--that was a challenge. You know I did a pretty bad job when I have to draw a label on it so people know what it is!)

By the middle of the day yesterday, she still had lots of flyaways falling out of her ponytail, so I decided today to cut a few more and this is how it turned out:

What do you think? Is it too much? I think it looks cute, but I'd love to hear what other people think. The other downside to this is I'll have to keep trimming them pretty frequently to keep them out of her face. I guess the high-maintenance side of having a girl is finally here. :)

I've been busy with church stuff this week. Every fall, the children at church are in charge of one sacrament meeting. Part of my responsibility is to write the "script" for what the kids will say. It's a 40 minute presentation, about 20 of that will be music, which has already been selected. So, I have to try to sum up everything we've taught them this year into a 20 minute package. I don't feel really stressed over it, but I don't really know where to start, either. I have copies of the presentations from the last two years and read through them yesterday. That helped give me a couple of ideas. Now I just need to start putting things down on paper. Wish me luck!

I went running twice this week. It feels so good to start exercising again. I was supposed to go for the third time this morning, but got to bed late last night and didn't make it. Bummer. Once you get out of a habit, it is so hard to get back into it!

I woke up at about 3 am this morning and Brandon was in bed with us, right in between Andrew and me. I told him he needed to go back to his bed and he didn't want to go, so I picked him up and put him there. He came walking back into my room a couple of minutes later and said, in the most pathetic voice, "Mom, I just have a question. What should I do if I'm scared?" It was so sad to see my tough little guy in such a vulnerable state! I told him we could say a prayer together and he thought that sounded good. So, we went out to the front room, kneeled by the couch and said a prayer. When it was over, I asked him if it helped and he said it did. I was relieved. He said he didn't want to go back to his bed, so I told him he could sleep on the couch if he wanted and I went back to bed. He came back in 5 minutes later and said, "Mom, can we say another prayer?" So we did. I told him if he still felt scared after this one, he could say a personal prayer. (What a loving mom!) He spent the rest of the night out on the couch. I feel bad for him that he's scared! What a terrible feeling. But, he won't tell me what he's scared of, so I don't really know what to do to help him. Hopefully this will be a short-lived phase.