Of Many Firsts

Okay.

I need to sit down.

And have a drink.

Because you may notice a pink bow in my girl's hair in the pic below (more on that later).

First, let's back up a bit. To the start of the day, when Stella had never had her hair cut. Or never had a bow in her hair. And Henry had never ridden a bike without training wheels.

That seems like MONTHS ago. Now that it's 8:25 P.M.

Henry had the idea this week that he'd like his training wheels taken off bike.

And, like anything with Henry, if it's his idea...it's going to happen. It might take a while, but it will happen. Walking, potty training, writing, and on and on. And now bike riding. Even though, a month ago, he was convinced that we were obviously not his real parents when we merely suggested that he try riding without them.
But then, you see, HE decided he should try riding without them. And he did it.

Boy, did he.

So proud of that little fool. And I mean Henry, not Dave. Although Dave did chase him all over hell and creation for the afternoon. And that was impressive too.

Okay.

So back to that pink bow.

We took both the kids to get their hair cut today. And it was Stella's first haircut.

I thought she'd go completely nuts but, as it turns out, the girl likes a salon.

And, while she won't let me come within five feet of her hair, she let the hair dresser (who I accidently told I about the whole five-feet zone and my feelings of woes about it) cut it, spray it and wrap it up like a little doll.

And when I said doll, I really meant doll.

She looks nothing like this now, four hours later. She's scruffed up just like we like her. Her bangs are just a little shorter.

But it was kinda fun to see her like this for just a second. Blonde hair in bows and curls. Almost like a little lady. Until she said, "Bow all done. Get bow gone. Now."

Ah, there's my girl.