
Last week I had an appointment for both Morgan and myself to get a haircut. She had tried getting it cut over winter break, but we went to a walk in place the the guy didn't speak much English so we weren't sure that A) she would get the haircut she wanted and B) have enough hair to donate to Locks of Love so we made a mad dash to the door and decided to wait a little longer.
So without further adieu here's the before:
And the after:
And here's the "between":


When I was about Morgan's age I also got a big haircut. My Great Grandma Fowler had saved a very long braid that she had cut. I always thought that was so cool, so while I didn't have a super long long braid like her, I kept my ponytail. So now our package to Locks of Love will contain not one, but two ponytails to donate (mine is on the left, Morgan's on the right).