




OK. Anyone who knows me knows that Ruby's hair is a nightmare. Seriously, it is not natural to have that much hair for a two year old. Abby is quickly becoming just as bad. Her hair, or should I say her mullet, is half way down her back when wet and she is only 11 months. Last night I barely had the energy to give them a bath, let alone have the stamina to battle Ruby and her borderline dread locks. I pondered passing on the bath, but they were way too dirty. I pulled up my boots, got them naked and started bath time. I should wear a poncho... how do you get an 11 month old to stop splashing or explain to a two year that she can't splash even though her sister makes the bath like hurricane Katrina??? Time to brush out the knots and now I need a straight jacket, a muzzle, ear plugs, a bottle of wine (yes, not just a glass) and don't forget my poncho. It was the last straw. I can't handle it anymore. I calmly (yeah , right :)) got them out of the bath, dried them off, pulled down the booster with a belt and tray, grabbed a comb and scissors and went to town. By the way, Anthony wasn't home. Neither cried, their hair looks MUCH better. Ruby just said "mama, your not gonna cut me?" How long have I been contemplating this? My Life has been REVOLUTIONIZED. P.S. Anthony loves it!