Does Nesting Include Random Acts of Barbering?

It's that time of the pregnancy, y'all! I'm nesting.  I guess.  I don't feel the same urgency I did when I was pregnant with Cora.  So, maybe I'm not nesting.  I don't know.  I just know that when I feel this powerful undeniable urge to clean the master bathroom that Carys will be on her way soon!  Hmmm. . .  I did however, get the powerful undeniable urge to cut my hair.  So I did.  I cut my hair.  Don't panic.  It's kind of hard to mess up a trim on curly hair.  But, the split ends were driving me crazy, and I'm just too lazy to bother to try to find a new hairstylist.  So, I busted out the scissors and trimmed about an inch.  I haven't been getting horrified stares, so I'm assuming that it looks fine.

Next, it was Cora's turn to be, uh, nested?  I was fixing her hair the other day and became suddenly and acutely aware that she had a bit of a mullet.  Oy!    I did not want to take her to the kiddie salon seeing as how it did not go well the first time.  So, I decided that I would stealthily cut her hair.  And, after all this

She has a cute little curly bob.  No more mullet!

And, she was none the wiser to it.  I doubt I will be able to pull that off again!

Then it was John's turn.  I've been cutting his hair for a few months now. He's all trimmed up and military looking now - love it!  We're all spiffy and ready for Christmas.  Well, all except Penny.  She's safe for now - especially since she's a short haired doxie.  If I get the powerful, undeniable urge to trim her hair, we'll know I've totally lost it!