Bruiser

The afternoon of the haircutting debacle, I had to leave in the afternoon for a quick work trip.  I asked J if he would take little J to get a haircut to shorten up all his hair, to even things out a bit.  I'm sure that would have happened if a little side drama hadn't occurred at school.

If this hadn't happened...

My daughter, despite a love of all things pink, baking, writing notes to her best friend, putting on lip gloss, having sleepovers and anything Justin Bieber.  Yes, I know the JB thing is a bit repelling but I loved Shawn Cassidy so maybe it's genetic, that last one.

Regardless, she's still one TOUGH cookie.  She was playing tag with a friend, they collided and her glasses pushed into her eye and the picture is the result.  Not a tear, not a whimper, just the announcement that now she has a black eye to match her bestie C, who recently got a black eye too.

Yesterday she played goalie at her soccer game and she came out of the box and would just kick the snot out of the ball, aggressively go after everything and everyone who came her way and in the midst of it all she would just give you this big grin if she made eye contact.

She's all girl AND a bruiser.

Makes a Mom proud!