Milestone alert!  On June 16, 2018, at two years and nine months of age, I got my first haircut.  My hair wasn’t terribly long, but it was long enough to get a short braid into it, and it was pretty unruly, so it mostly just needed some shaping.  here I am mid-way through my cut (being bribed with a Lion Guard video).  Daddy thinks I look like a flapper from the 1920s now.

I think my kicky new hairstyle suits my sassy little personality, which has been on full display this past month.  Sometimes Mommy will overhear me trying to weasel treats out of my grandma and tell me I’ve had enough, to which I will turn and say, “Mommy I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to Yia Yia.”  Then I’ll generally repeat my request for candy in a stage whisper.

I’ve also mastered a comeback line for those moments when I’ve been caught red-handed doing something I’ve previously been told not to do.  For example, when Mommy says, “Lena, I asked you not to take that toy off the shelf,” I’ll insist “I was only looking at it/touching it!” even though I am obviously half-way through the act of taking it off the shelf.

Current likes: lollipops from hairdressers

Current dislikes: any attempts to manage me

First haircut!