Bad hair day

Being four and the cutest little thing this side of the mountain, Channie-Mae

 talked her daddy and brothers into a little beauty shop time.

They took turns letting her style and comb their hair. I drifted in and out

and had to laugh at these easy going men in her life.

Jo was not expecting the baby powder and frankly neither was I.

She combed and powdered and asked them to be "real still".

 She kept telling him that she was

almost through, but I don't believe he believed her.

20 minutes later I let him off the hook.

Only a daddy would sit and get his hair combed and baby powered for almost an hour. He talked to her

while she worked and asked her, "How many kids do you want when you grow up?" and

she said "five" and he took that minute in time to tell her what a wonderful

mama she was going to be. She's heard it before but he keeps telling her anyway.
Sweet reminders..

She said when she grew up and was a mommy that she

wanted to comb hair for people. I took a mental note and added that

to her list of things to do when she became a mama. So far we have

Dentist, hair comber, walmart worker,missionary,rock star?

I'm so thankful for this little browned eyed flower. She makes us giggle...She keeps us on our

toes and she keeps us thanking the Sweet Lord for her beautiful presence in our life.   

The beautiful little young lady is starting to emerge and I thank the Lord

for the sweet spirit of gentleness I see in her. 

She's spunky don't get me wrong and that's when I see

bits of myself in her and I smile to God because

he has a sense of humor.