I still have mixed feelings, looking back on the curls that will never again be. But I had good reasons...!
It was just too much work! Leah twirls her hair in her fingers when she's resting, it gets caught in toys and zippers and stuck under her coat, it gets stepped on, it gets pulled, it gets in her mouth while she's eating, she gets peanut butter and sticky candy in it at the table, it gets in her face, it gets soooo incredibly tangly that it takes 20 minutes to brush, twice a day! And Leah does not like having her hair brushed. So I've gone and done it.
Although it might not have the same explosive spontaneous ringlets that it had this morning, I think it looks good. And I think I did a pretty darn good job of getting it even and straight considering this is my first time really cutting her hair. It is sad to see the mass of crazy curls gone, but now we can look back on them as a symbol of her infancy and toddlerhood, for now she is a preschool-attending, big-sister, potty-trained Big Kid.