I did something terrible last night. I cut my baby's hair and did an awful job at it. It's so bad I almost cried and today I don't feel any better. Why? Why did I not think this through a bit more? I loved her long hair and although it was always in her face, I smiled every time she would push it back with her hands.
This is her after the cut, happy as always, without a clue of what mommy had just done to her. Luckily it'll grow out and all will be OK.