Memory Lane

When we left Vancouver, our amazing and beloved daycare provider gave us a cd of photos of Ann that she had taken over the year.  My mac wouldn't open it, but we just got a pc that will.  Hence, a slew of photos of Ann looking cute.  Mostly.

Age One.  So cute.  I don't even remember her looking this cute.

Not as cute.  There is liquid oozing out of every facial orifice.  That's what daycare does.

I'm interrupting this photo montage to tell you about Ann's crooked bangs.  Who do you think cut them?  If you guessed me, you'd usually be right, but in this particular instance we have no idea who cut them.  We asked everyone, all to no avail.  I couldn't even really figure out when.  I think I had it narrowed down to a two day period, but c'mon, I was a working mom.  It was suggested that perhaps I was overworked and overtired and had cut them myself.  I scoffed- like, who blacks out on cutting her child's hair?  But then later I did sit Ann down and get the scissors and go through the motions, trying to jog a memory.  So I am very confident it wasn't me.  It had to be our daycare provider.  Now, daycare providers are like the waiter you don't want to spit in your food.  They are helping raise your child and have eight-hour access to her every day.  You do not want to piss them off.  Additionally, ours was the most wonderful person alive and we adored her.  I casually asked her if she'd noticed Ann's bangs, and then just as casually asked if she had done it.  She said- in the sweetest and loveliest way possible- "No.  They were crooked, so I assumed you did it."  Which i get, but still.  Also, this woman was perfect. She wouldn't have cut crooked.  This left the possibility that some toddler at daycare had done it, which is too horrifying to imagine.

I didn't really care that the bangs were terribly crooked (we're used to that), or that someone didn't ask our permission, but there were two things that bugged me:
1. Some undetermined person saw a need that my child had and filled it before I could get around to it.
2. Someone had scissors by my child's eyes, and I have no idea who that person was.

Anyways, it has given me an entirely new appreciation for bangs.  When they need to be cut, what they should look like, and how long it takes them to grow out.  Which is a long time.

Halloween.  The bangs almost grown out...

OMG you guys!  Tonight is going to be soooo fun.  Have I told you I love that that top? Totes adorb!
Let's get us some beverages!

Man...What was in those drinks?  Seriously...The room is spinning...

I'm sorry... Who are you again?

OMG!  I just had the best idea ever!!  Let's get POUTINE!

Her second birthday party.  Look at how happy she is.  And then we uprooted her and took her away.

You might notice that her name is spelled wrong.  We don't care.  We loved that woman so much she could have renamed her 'Jambalaya' and we would have just smiled politely and nodded.