Good Morning Beautifuls

For some reason, Avery has decided to get up before the crack of dawn. She is FINALLY sleeping through the night on a consistent basis, but is getting up between 5-6 am. Some mornings Bailey joins her. Yuck. I've tried putting her to bed later, but that usually turns into her waking up even earlier. By mid morning, this is how she feels:

Yes Avery, that's pretty much how I feel too.

Bailey wanted in on the picture taking fun...

And here is Avery after I comment on her very grouchy face:

What a silly baby! Please, please, please start sleeping in!!

This is why I was afraid...

So, Bailey got bangs a few months ago. I was sick and tired of not seeing her face, only hair, all the time. She wouldn't leave a clip or a headband, or any hair thing in for any length of time. There was only one option left. Bangs. I was hesitant, but went through with it. I thought they ended up pretty cute.

But then they got long.

I have absolutely no hair cutting experience. None. I was afraid to cut her bangs, so I put if off, and put it off, and put it off. I could procrastinate no further. I grabbed a comb, a pair of hair cutting scissors, and a spray bottle. We headed outside.

It was a disaster. Bailey wouldn't hold her head at quite the right angle, I was super nervous, and the hair scissors were terribly dull.

This is the result:

Yes, they are a little uneven, and yes, they are super duper short!! I tried to at least even them out, but I blame the scissors. They are hopelessly dull. 

Bailey looked in the mirror, and this is what my four year old said:

"Mom, it looks like boy hair in the front."

"Can you glue the pieces back on?"

"Do I have to go to swimming lessons like this?"

"Do I have to see my friends like this?"

"Can you make it grow back now?"

Oh well. At least hair grows back. Eventually. Maybe next time I will suck it up and pay someone to do it... poor Bailey! I now have a lot more compassion when I see terrible bangs walking around! I am little embarrassed that everyone has to see what a terrible job I did at cutting her bangs. I hope it comes back fast...

Why??

I feel like we've been sick every since we moved to Syracuse. I'm just about ready to scream. The last two mornings I've woken up to an Avery who is covered in diarrhea from head to toe. Yesterday, I spent a full 40 minutes cleaning poop off of everything in her crib. I thought that this morning would be better- she woke up at the grand hour of 5:30 and had a messy diaper. I changed her, relieved it wasn't all over the crib, gave her a bottle and laid her back down. She didn't go back to sleep. When I finally went in there at 7:15, she was covered in poop again. Why?? I feel like I'm having a difficult enough time trying to take care of the house, the yard, and the girls all by myself. Why does she have to be sick, again, too?? Why is she making huge disgusting messes on top of everything else? Why can't we just all be healthy??

Avery's growing up

Avery is starting to try to dress herself. I can't believe it. She hasn't been very successful, she can pull a shirt onto her head, but she can't get her arms into yet. The other night, she found one of Mike's socks and pulled it on. It was adorable. I guess I should stop calling her my baby...