Emmalene had been needing a trim for awhile, but I couldn't bring myself to cutting it. After trying to keep a bow in her hair (worked for awhile until she started pulling it out), I knew the time had come. I took her over to mom's house and she trimmed the little piece in the front that was down to her nose. We left the sides for now.
Mom has a highchair in the kitchen that we buckled her in. She then snipped the piece in the front, but it was no small project. She was twisting and turning trying to see and touch the comb everytime it passed by her face.
Grandpa and Daddy tried to get her attention by making her laugh. It worked!
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