Oh Kenna, really?

You know you are in big trouble when you find this


And you know it was not you,
or the only other adult in the house
That created this pile o' crap.

And then when you find this

You think,
Great!,
What Doll was just scalped to create this pile.

And then you find the Doll

Poor thing's hair is now a pixie cut,
instead of flowing red strawberry scented locks.

And right about now
I am noticing that it is very quiet
in my house.

Silence is a
Guaranteed sign of trouble

So I go hunting
and I find this

Who is sitting beside

This!


and this is the point at which
I start FREAKING OUT

I could NOT believe it.


I know that Kenna could care less
that the baby hairs around her face
were millimeters away from fitting into her ponytail.
I know that she doesn't care
that it is already SO HARD to do her hair.
Both because she freaks out and wiggles like a worm,
and because she has an intense swirl in the front of her head
that makes her hair go sideways instead of forward.

I wanted to cry.
Really,
Its not even my hair,
and I wanted to cry.

and Brittany, (our friend and hair savior)
betrayed us
and moved to California, last month!
So I couldn't even call her to save us.

I had to make the best of what I had,

which wasn't much,
and what was there was not good.

I know that you are supposed to think
that your kids are adorable
no matter what
but,
I hate her hair.
Hate it.

Is it ridiculous to pray that it grows fast?
Because I utter a prayer every time I look at her.

Love her,
Hate the hair.