It was bound to happen sooner or later...

Couple days ago, I was just done putting Anya to bed upstairs, and I hear a very excited little voice yell up the stairs: "Mommy! I use scissors and cut my hair all by myself!" "Mommy I cut my hair with scissors!"

Yep, that bad.

So "Auntie Natalie" came to the rescue about 20 minutes later (she lives up the street) and fixed it :)

Claire really enjoys looking DOWN while getting her hair cut. Btw. this is her first "official" hair cut...by a professional :)

And here it is! So cute! One side is a bit shorter, but we didn't want the whole bob to be too short, so we'll just wait til it grows a bit and even it out. (This is at the Bountiful Temple....whole other story....was up there waiting for my sis to get home and stopped by. Claire LOVED the "princess" brides walking around. We crashed a couple of weddings. They were probably wondering why I was wearing jeans...)

Now, every time I ask Claire "Who can cut your hair with scissors?" She says, "Auntie Nattie or Mommy." That's right. Or maybe Daddy or Grandma can too, but let's keep it simple.