Sometimes I can’t get over the fact that I am mother to a growing young woman. I’m too young to have a girl in braces!
To be fair, I didn’t get braces until the ripe old age of 18… and admittedly, 11 is just a tad younger than 18… it still weirds me out a little. I am the mother of six kids with nary a gray hair on my head… but I guess that’s what happens when you get married at 20 and start your family at 22.
Here is Lucy’s new “look at me, I have braces” smile (the the drowned rat look is not usually part of her ensemble).
Here is her actual, “I’m not posing for the camera” smile.
And here is her new profile, pouty lips and all (not that any child of ours would need braces in order to have big, pouty lips). I have to admit, I am in love with her new haircut! She looks so sophisticated… or perhaps like a 20’s flapper. And we are both pleased with how much easier it is than when it was down to her waist.