Our Goldilocks

Lilly has some crazy hair. (It's our fault, really. Aaron and I both have some crazy cowlicks.) But cowlicks aren't Lilly's only hair related problem. Her hair is kinda curly and wild. Rarely will she allow me to tame her locks with bows or ponytails. She's like a young Gene Wilder, this one.

In an attempt to keep her looking a little less like Frederick Frankenstein, we get her hair trimmed pretty regularly. (It helps that my super awesome cousin owns a hair salon.)

I guess we skipped a trim or something, because for the last few weeks, Lilly has been running her fingers through her tangles, sighing, and saying, "I really wish I got a haircut." Being the good mommy that I am, I listened and made an appointment for Rapunzel.

Lilly was so excited to get her coveted haircut. She was even more excited when Kerri asked if we could wash her hair in the sink. (Just like the big girls!)

Did you notice her socks? Yeah, don't be too jealous. This girl has mad style.

Please excuse the cookie crumbs.

I love the way this bob looks on her. It's perfect.

She's such a silly girl. She keeps telling me, "Ugh, Mommy. I mess up my new haircut. I need a new one. I need all the haircuts."