Ok, so "do you know how much I love you?" was the first text I got from my husband last night. My first thought was "oh, no, what has he done?" His next text said something like "I got bored, and found the scissors, and gave Jadyn (my youngest) a haircut. She moved a lot, got fussy, and I really screwed it up, but at least it's out of her eyes!"
Of course, my response was "OH MY GOSH>>>>PLEASE tell me you're KIDDING ME!"
his response---"nope, not kidding!"
my response---PLEASE PLEASE tell me you're kidding me!!!"
his response---"ummm...NOPE, not kidding!"
My response---"did you do this cause you're getting back at me for spending tons of money at the scrapbooking expo tonight?"
his response---"nope, just got bored, and she needed a haircut!"
my response---Holy crap, my poor baby!"
his response---"give me a break! THere's fires all over California, 1500 hundred houses have burned, over 1 million people have been evacuated, and you're MAD about a bad haircut?"
no response from me....
So...I guess I could say that I made it a point to NOT feel guilty for spending money at the expo, cause he butchered my baby's hair. I got home, she was already in bed, so I got to sleep without seeing it. THANK GOD.
I woke up in the morning, and Jadyn walks in with a HUGE pout, which I attributed to her bad haircut, and Jacob walks in behind her and says with a smirk "I always wanted a little brother!" Then Jadyn sings "I'm a boy, i'm a boy, i'm a boy!!"
are you laughing yet?? NO??? Ok then...here's a picture!!!
All I gotta say is, she's gonna look like a cross dressing princess for Halloween, and those bangs DARN well better be longer by the time we do Christmas Pictures! haha