No Hair, For My Hairbrush

So, you may have noticed in the Christmas post that we really needed hair cuts. Eva's bangs were down to her chin - and I had about the dumbest hair ever! So, while mom was here, I made her cut our hair. Here is Eva and I right after our chopping - and Mom in the mirror taking the picture:)

I couldn't find a good picture of Isobel's hair - this was the next best thing. (On the way home we stopped at this random hamburger joint on Highway 14 and the girls fell in love with the santa.)

So, I think Eva might be bipolar. See the picture of Eva and I? About two seconds later, when I got her clothes on, she made this face when I tried to take a picture.

This was a few days later at Grandma Polly's house. We went there since we sold our house. I just put this picture in because she is so silly. It's not a very clear picture - but I do like her hair do. I think she may be a Princess Leia wannabe. What an innocent face. How could she ever do anything wrong?