Ava’s a hair twister. I was too, at her age, but then I had a lot to work with:
That photo was taken just before my second birthday. When I wasn’t twisting my own hair, I was twisting my mom’s. What I don’t recall from this period was creating the impossible knots that needed to be cut out of my hair. Ava specializes in these. But she got a new cut yesterday that we hope will slow her twisting for a while. I love it. Just when I was thinking Ava couldn’t get any cuter:
Leah tells me this is a “layered bob.” That sounds more like a meaty sandwich you’d get at a truck stop. But I’m sure the sandwich wouldn’t be as cute.