Birdie girl has bangs!

I'm sure that many of you are letting out a huge sigh of relief now. Bryn's hair in her face was getting a little too much and was starting to resemble my rag-tag mess of a hair-do, so we dug for a comb and scissors and crossed our fingers she would sit still. She, of course, enjoyed all the attention and kept asking me to cut more hair off. Henry pulled up a chair right next to Bryn so he could be a part of this monumental event. We swept the clippings into a ziplock bag, since we have saved Henry's hair from his two haircuts. Don't ask me what we intend to do with the locks. Any ideas are welcomed.