Princess Mullet's Last Stand

Marguerite has firmly planted her foot, pivoted 180 degrees from baby to almost-two-year old and is moving on up in this toddler-eat-toddler world. 

For the first time since being the mama of two daughters I became the odd woman out.  "Stay downstairs mama!"  "No come up mama!"  "Close the gate mama!"  "We'll be good we promise mama!"

I felt sad and left out for about thirty seconds, then clicked my heals, twirled around twice and gave thanks for my independence, directly correlated to their independence. 

To memorialize this day, I officially crowned Marguerite a big girl by cutting off her princess mullet:

Sniff sniff.  My baby.