The Rumble in the Jungle

So we don't really live in the Jungle but we do have 5 acres. And there has been an on-going battle. To groom or not to groom. That is Madison's question. She had been having problems keeping her hair brushed and the girl has been cursed with my brother's wimpy scalp. All of that combined with long, fine hair added up to a rat's nest we just couldn't keep up with.

So Madison went from this:

And this: (not so sure what was heartbreaking at this particular moment, but it always happens during a hair brushing session)

To this:


The cut was her choice. Something she wanted to do. The length, the style, the timing. It's not my fault Ben wasn't here to stop it. He's still not sure what to think, all he saw was a picture from phone to phone. She loves it!


She kept asking me questions about short hair( her in the shower enjoying the bliss of washing short hair for the first time).


"Mommy have you ever had your hair this short?"


Me: "Shorter"


Madison with wide eyes: "Really? How short?"


Me: "Spiky in the back short."


Madison: "Wow. Have you ever had it like this?"


Me: "Nope, never."

*Big 'ol grins all around*