I'm not going to lie to you, the hair thing with Abby has become an issue. The daily arguing and negotiations about the upkeep have worn extremely thin. I've been tired of it for quite some time. There have been endless discussions about what to do with it that usually go something like this....
Me: Abby, if you're going to cry whenever I brush your hair we should get it cut.
Abby: NO! Just don't brush it fast.
Me: Abby we can't be fighting about your hair every day.
Abby: No! I don't want it cut. I like my long hair. Just brush it slow.
Me: Just a few inches. I promise.
Abby: You're brushing it too fast again.
Abby: Owwwww, you're hurting me.
Me: Tomorrow, we're getting it cut tomorrow.
And then this weekend we agreed. We'd get it cut. So I left her at the sitter's (who, helpfully, is a hair dresser as well) and asked her to make about chin length - ish.
I have to admit it is shorter than I was anticipating and it's taking some adjusting too, but overall I think she looks adorable. And a whole lot older. The best part is Abby loves it too. Brushing her hair tonight after her bath was a breeze. No crying, no yelling, no arguing. So that in itself makes it worth it.
This afternoon I was eager to pick up Abby and check out her new do, but when we got to the sitters I didn't spot her right away. And why was that? Well I didn't think she'd be the big kid on the two wheeler bike. Yep, today she hopped right on a two wheeler and took off like she'd been riding it for years. Neither Mike or I had made any kind of attempt to teach her to ride one since she kept insisting she wasn't ready. Looks like she was a born natural. Must get it from her Uncle Dave, who was riding my two wheeler at three years old. Long before my five year old self had mastered it.
Just how much growing up is a Mom expected to take in one day?