Bad hair day?

Walking, talking, using the restroom on her own...these are all things that the little one has not mastered yet as a one year old. But there are a few things she is incredibly good at...laughing, throwing food, waving, saying "daddy", playing ball with Toby, and the 2 most notable...growing hair and teeth. We have all of our first molars, and I'm pretty sure the little incisors are about to rear their heads. And, then the hair. Laurel was born with a good amount of hair, including her trademark mullet. She lost all of the top hair, making her look a little like an old man on top, but then at about 7 months, her hair started growing. And once it started, it has yet to stop. There have seriously been days when Kevin and I get her up and swear that she has gotten more hair overnight. As it has grown, it has gotten more "body" (aka...out of control!). It's really funny to hear people's response to it. The polite ones will comment on how she has so much pretty hair. The others will say something along the lines of "when are you going to cut it"...haha. Nice try. Little girl doesn't even let me brush it...I can't imagine letting someone near her head with scissors as she violently shakes her head back and forth when you come close. The days that she actually has a barrette in her hair to keep it out of her face are nothing short of a miracle. A feat of quick and masterful hands while she is too busy with something else to notice. And, just in case you can't appreciate her wild hair, I decided to throw in a picture from when she woke up a few mornings ago. I promise...this is EXACTLY how she woke up.