Some things are best left to the professionals. For example artfully preparing fois grois, representing ones self in legal matters and trimming the bangs of an almost 2 year old that has NO desire to sit still. Ergo, the literal running with scissors. Devon's bangs were getting long and I was feeling too cheap to go the fancy kid salon so I took matters (and scissors) into my own hands. She ran around the living room and laughed and I chased her and mumbled under my breath. Her perfectly straight hair is a wee bit crooked. Needless to say, she will be sporting little fountain ponytails for a while and I will never attempt this haircutting business again!

She's smiling because she hasn't looked into a mirror yet to see what I did

Ketchup makes perfect lipstick
All pulled up....no one is the wiser
She still loves me :)