Just the two of us. Tehnically three of us, I guess. But I digress.
It. was. amazing.
More on that later, though. This is Ya-Ya's story.
On night two of our excursion, we decided to call home. We're good parents like that. It's okay, you really don't have to clap. As my mother picks up the phone, I hear hysterical-near-tears laughter from her.
In a panicked moment of missing Daddy and Mama, Ya-Ya has proceeded to train hersef in the art of cutting hair. Her own.
Of course, my mind jumps to the worst case scenario. She's half bald.
With Christmas pictures scheduled for the next weekend.
Heaven help me.
I came home the next day to this:
Not too bad, right? It was just a four and a half inch chunk taken out. Not too bad, but enough to put in an emergency call to my beauty magician, Sandy.
And now, well, she's just as adorable as she's always been. Maybe even more so.
But I don't think I'll be going away for the weekend again any time soon.