there was a little girl who had blue, blue eyes, pretty blonde hair, who was really smart and very strong.
This is often how stories that I tell Ella start. I make them up as I go, and they are her absolute FAVORITE stories... probably because they are about her. All of these stories have a happy ending, or they end in the little girl getting really tired and going home from her adventure, crawling in bed after giving her mommy big hugs & kisses and going to sleep. Wouldn't it be nice if putting your kids to bed at night was always so charming, sweet and EASY!
About a month ago (the night we were picking Devin's parents up from the airport) I had a church meeting. While I was at this meeting, Devin was taking care of the kids. Ella was being particularly difficult, acquiring a fear of the dark, scared of gators under her bed... who knows what, but definitely wheeling and dealing her father into letting her sleep in our bed. He finally felt he had been successful at getting her to calm down and sleep.
I come home from my meeting and as I walk in the door, Ella runs out of our bedroom and is talking to her dad at the end of the hallway from me. I see her and instantly, I know something is wrong. Ella has given herself a haircut. That beautiful blonde hair. The bangs that we have been painstakingly growing out... my daughter had now initiated her self into the south with a mullet. This was not just a clip of the bangs, it was a major haircut off the top of her head, from bangs to crown. I cried.

I would like to say this was an April fools joke. It was after all on April 1st... but alas, it was no joke. She is just very lucky that she has very blonde hair, because most of the time it's not as noticeable. So, the rest of the story is that I got her in bed, and it was understood that she better not get out of her bed again that night. We found where she had her creative inspiration... when Devin thought she was sleeping, she had gone into our bathroom and pulled out the hair cutting kit. She then went into our closet and cut her hair. She must be an aspiring stylist. I mean, it is in her blood. When I asked her why, "cause my bangs were in my eyes, mom." She knows now that if she wants a haircut, it has to be approved by mom first. (hopefully she'll remember that next time she's inspired!)
So, we start the grow out process. It was too short and butchered on top to do any repair, plus, I would rather it look like she cut her own hair, than people think I gave my daughter a mullet. In the meantime, we have been doing a lot of this:
headbands, cute hats... really high ponytails/pigtails, hopefully with bows (intended to distract from the cut) And, she's still a cutie. Gotta love that girl!