Two was a cake walk compared to three but I remember distinctly that a year ago today Gigi went to get her hair cut and switched chairs on the poor hairdresser three times during the six minute trim.
She started on Nemo, moved to the fire truck, and then settled on the motorcycle because it provided a better view to the non-stop Barney show that made my ears and eyes bleed uncontrollably all over the floor. And can you believe they made me clean it up? People just don't understand when you are deathly allergic to creepy, oversized, purple dinasours that are trying to eat your child's brains.
It took me three hours to get her off this horse and I lost four pounds in sweat wrestling her back to the subway. These days I'd have to pay her to leave. Oh how she's grown.
And once again I can't shut my gob on wordless wednesday.