This evening we did something that I swore I’d never do… cut bangs in Kinsley’s hair. All the sudden, Dan and I were just really, really tired of never being able to see her eyes.
We think it makes her look like a totally different person, like a little girl, instead of a baby. She thinks so to.
After she admired herself in the mirror for a while, she climbed off the couch and came to me in the kitchen.
“Mama, do you have the W-T-R-N-B?” she whispered conspiratorially.
“What’s that?” I asked her.
“It’s Sophie’s binkster.” she explained.