Why almost 2 year olds don't make good hairstylists

Grandma Whisler brought up a good point in the comments of my last post. I have yet to share about Juliana's first haircut... that she gave herself.

On Christmas morning, yep, Christmas morning... we had out some scissors for de-packaging gifts. After the gifts were opened I turned my attention to helping Jonathan prepare our Christmas meal. I'm pretty sure you see where this is going. Gabriella screamed out that Juliana had the big scissors and I turned to see her holding them with both hands going to town right on top of her head. You know, I didn't actually cry when Gabriella cut her hair, but this time I might have shed a few tears when I undid the elastic from the little ponytail on top of her head and about half of the long blonde locks it contained fell right into my hand. Gabriella's hair grows so fast, but Juliana has been slowly working on her shoulder length hair since birth. Sigh.

Here is an overview of the path of destruction...

It certainly could've been worse, but for now pig tails and such are out and her hair perpetually looks messy. I noticed in the comments on the post from when Gabriella cut her hair last year, that Grandma Whisler said that the moral to be learned was to keep Juliana away from Gabriella's scissors. Well, I'm sure that by now we've learned our lesson and that such a thing could never possibly happen again...

ps- Juliana is actually amazingly good at using scissors (to cut things other than hair) for being not quite two.

Surely not...

Hmmmm... it has indeed been awhile since I've updated the 'ol blog. Why would that be? Surely it is not because our two lively and lovely girls (plus work, plus photography business) have been keeping me quite busy. Surely a good portion of that busyness would have nothing to do with my sweet almost two year old. I'm sure that some almost two year olds do things like eating enough toothpaste to necessitate a poison control phone call, dipping their toothbrushes in the toilet and then sticking it in their mouth, dipping their hand into the toilet and sticking it in their mouth while their mother is still trying to figure out what to do with the darn toothbrush, digging the chapsticks out of their mothers purse and discarding the lids, attempting to follow their big sister out the door to preschool wearing only a dress up hat and rain boots and demanding chocolate for supper. I'm sure that there some almost two year old children out there that would do such things, but surely not our sweet younger daughter.

Christmas Morning Photos

Christmas in Portland

Thanks so much for the wonderful presents Grandma and Grandpa Whisler and Grandpa and Grandma Warth! Grandparent presents are always favorites ;)

How do we know exactly who is the Mommy pony and who is the Daddy pony? Well, since you asked... these ponies are extremely anatomically correct. I discovered that as I was picking out a "family set" for each girl at Target (chosen for cuteness with blatant disrespect to breed.) I picked one up and said, "Oh this can be a Mommy pony!" On closer inspection I realized that... THAT particular pony could certainly never be a Mommy. Gabriella also discovered this interesting fact so we've had lots of fun conversations about it.

Jingle Bells with flair! Note that Gabriella has changed out of her Christmas jammies into more fitting elegant holiday attire.

We had a very nice, quiet... Ok, maybe not so quiet, Christmas with just our little family in Portland. The girls were so excited and I heard the words "Thank You!" more times than I can count which is always a bonus.

Camels are so Old Testament

I don't know about your nativity set, but at our house the wise men use a Fisher-Price mini van for their trek to see the infant Jesus.


"Which way was that star pointing anyway?"
"Don't worry! This thing has GPS"




We wish you a very Merry Christmas. Hope and reconciliation entered into our world in the form of an infant. Today that hope is still living and active. This Christmas may you rest in the peace of God's love.

A certain twinkle in little eyes..

Christmas is coming.

Baby, it's cold outside