Rea

Rea is at that adorable stage where she likes to leave notes for everyone in the funnest places. This one was on my pillow the other night! I especially like how she signed it, "Your member of your family." Glad she cleared that up. :)

The other picture is a negative proof from her school pictures from a few weeks ago. They all turned out so good this year, even the boys who always do that tight-lipped fake smile thing! The photographer always takes their pictures outside in the natural light, and it must've been particularly windy that day because all I could think was, "That's a lot of hair!!"

So imagine all that hair wet - and a very large chunk of it wrapped tightly around a fine-toothed 10 inch comb. This done all in efforts to play a newly invented game with her sister after bath time called "Fashion Hair Style".

After 40 minutes of working to pull out each hair, one strand at a time, I called my mom and dad in a panic, sure I was going to have to chop all the hair off one side of her head. Daryle was out of town and unavailable to advise me, but I'm sure the advice would've included anything but cutting off his baby girl's hair.

Enter my dad, who calmly and sweetly said to me on the phone 2000 miles away, "Well Sweetie, I wish my arms reached that far to be able to help you out, but you're gonna have to go over to your neighbor Clyde's house and ask to borrow some side-cut diagonal pliers. I reckon that'll do the job." Huh?

Well, I found metal-cutters from a different neighbor and managed to somehow not cut any fingers off. He talked me through spreading her hair apart and whacking the base of comb into little pieces (18 to be exact) and an hour later I was left with just a knot the size of my fist to comb out, challenging, but do-able! My daddy is so awesome!!

Did I mention this all went down the night before my sister flew in? Such excitement, but a happy ending.

After I got the rat's nest combed out of her hair, she asks me, "Can we watch Tangled now??"

So fitting.