Today the girls and I went to breakfast with Grandma. While I took the potty-training one to the restroom, an older gentleman made his way from the other end of the restaurant. He smiled at my girls and then proceeded to tell my mom that Juliana needed a new barber. This child? A new barber? I think her hair is too cute. I like the smiles and comments. Someone in Church thought we had intentionally given her a mohawk. Besides, it's fun to watch her hair bob up and down on her soft spot!