I've been experiencing writer's block lately. I guess that statement presumes upon the idea that one would consider one's self a writer--which I do not. I am simply one who likes to share her experiences with the world in a written format. :)
Anyway, the aforementioned blockage is not for lack of material. It's for lack of motivation and emotional wherewithal.
But in spite of the current circumstances (dead battery in my van and another round of colds gearing up on the Hlavin front), I'm feeling particularly motivated and full of emotional wherewithal.
That being said, I cut Karis' bangs a couple of weeks ago. And the transformation has been amazing. I'm not talking about the physical transformation (which is really cute, I must say), but the temperamental transformation. She's happy now! The misery she expressed on a daily basis, through crying and shrieking and flailing and insanity, was merely an manifestation of the fact that she couldn't see.
Misery on Halloween with hair in the eyes.
Misery on her birthday with hair in the eyes.
Misery on Christmas with hair in the eyes.
Happiness on Valentine's Day without hair in the eyes.
Amazing what a pair of scissors and two adults holding down a flailing 27 lb. 15-month old can do!