Bang, bang, bang on the door baby...

I cut Hailey's hair last night. At the suggestion of Grama, I decided to try some bangs on her. Personally, I have a love/hate relationship with bangs. I get them cut for a bit of a change and then a week later I am growing them out again. Bangs have not done much for my look since the late eighties when they were HUGE and POOFY. Even then, what passed for looked "good" is questionable. But when you are walking around in pink neon with your arm full of black rubber bracelets, bang issues should be the last of your fashion quandaries.

So far, I am really liking the bang look on Hailey. In all honesty, my daughter is not too fortunate in the hair department. It is sparse. It is thin. And she won't let me do anything to it. Though lately, we have been making huge strides in the amount she will let me touch her head. She is a fan of the single ponytail. She only screams a little bit and makes me promise to give her a piece of candy for her torture. Over the weekend she let Grama put her hair in a French braid. I hear she didn't fuss at all, but then Grama was also calling her "Elizabeth" at the time so maybe she thought Grama was braiding someone else's hair. (The "Elizabeth" was part of a game that Evan and Grama made up).

In other news, I really need to get back on my organization bandwagon. I was on such a roll through the month of January, then February hit and it seems like it has been one project after another. Last week was exceptionally crazy with Valentines Day and the kid's 100th day of school all rolled up into one week full of glue, googly eyes and candy with hearts all over it. I was hoping that this week would get me back on track, but here it is already Tuesday and so far it is not looking too good. Which probably means that I should get off the blog and start to tackle this pile behind me that seems to be getting closer and closer....