...who I suspect secretly believes Georgia's hair never gets done any further than a bow clip.
Here's proof I actually DO her hair occasionally. When it comes to whether or not she'll yank it out within the next hour and a half, all bets are off.
I know, I know, the part isn't as Nazi straight as yours are, mom, yet you've got to give me some credit...I'm working with more twist and turns than an Alpine Slide.
(Don't look now, but Georgia's actually pant-less in the pictures. Further confession: there was some major persuasion involved in getting her to even put a shirt on. *sigh* The most ridiculous part is that I've dressed her at least three times already this morning. I attempt to keep my children looking decent, but Georgie's constantly thwarting me with her rampant nudity.)
As further evidence, here's a bonus picture of Scarli all gussied up:
You get no pictures of Ezra because he's refusing to let me do his hair for anything other than church and even then, it's just barely. I foresee a cropped haircut quickly approaching in his future.