First, I'm at my parents' house, so I'm way behind on my blog reading/commenting. At some point, I will catch up...
I came here for a little R&R,(in this case, that means rest & recovery), sans Hubs and the kids. As I prepared to leave on my trip, I started to give Hubs a list of instructions and warnings -- things like, "Remember, E-man will try to stand on the edge of the bathtub, so keep a close on him during bathtime." -- and he said:
"No instructions this time. I can handle it."
I've been here 24 hours. About 30 minutes ago, the phone rang. It was Hubs.
"Your daughter..." he began. Then stopped.
"What? What happened?"
Pause.
"Your daughter..."
More silence.
"WHAT?!"
"Oh, I can't believe (inaudible). It's (inaudible)awful. She cut off her hair."
"She did what? How much?"
"Oh, God. It's bad. It's really, really bad. I can't take her to daycare looking like this."
"Where was she? How did it happen?"
"I had put her to bed. And I guess her scissors were in there. I walked in, and she was standing in front of her mirror. There was hair all over the floor."
"Oh no. How much? Can you take her somewhere tomorrow so someone can fix it?"
"Well... even if they can, she's going to look like Mia Farrow. She has no bangs. She cut them all the way up to her hairline."
Silence. Then Hubs adds:
"She said she was trying to make it pretty."
NOTE: On Saturday, I took her in for a haircut. And when I left town, she was still in possession of a cute, swingy little bob. With bangs.
"Are you sure it's that bad? I'm sure they can do something."
"You don't understand. She has less hair than E-man. I mean, they would have to buzz it to fix it."
So -- I've been gone one day, and my daughter has cut off quite a bit of her hair.
And the clincher? When I asked Hubs if he had removed the scissors from her bedroom, he said:
"No. She still has them. I freaked out and ran in here to call you."
WTF?!!!!!!!!!!
Hell, why not give her a razor and see what other styles she might deem fashionable?
I can only hope she doesn't decide to give her brother a trim as well, especially since the mullet is finally growing back.
10 comments:
aaaaaghhh!!!! maybe if you stay away long enough, it'll grow back to a reasonable length. Then again, if you're gone too long, WHO KNOWS what could happen!
Your husband and mine would get along swimmingly. A few months ago we had a nighttime scissor adventure as well. Thankfully she didn't cut her hair, but instead cut up paper with scissors she found in my bedroom. My husband went upstairs and put her back to bed. Later I heard her and I went up and she had the scissors again! Hubs had put them back in the exact same spot.
Honestly. What would they do without us? I'm glad you're getting some time to relax.
Oh My God! Matilda did the same thing when she was three. She had super short bangs, I tried to pretend that they were just like those ultra-hip bangs those ultra-hip club girls get, you know, but, not so much. Don't worry, it grows back. Eventually.
And hey, at least you go in a good 23 hours before the scissor incident.
OH NOOOOOOO!!!!! So sorry! (And I know this is a little mean, but I can't wait for the pix!) And it will be grown back in time for the holiday cards, right? May the rest of your R&R be more relaxing...
Wow! I'm sorry to take pleasure in your tragedy, but this is really funny. Tayla cut off a whole braid when she was 3 years old, and THAT was enough to infuriate me. Fortunately, she had enough hair left to camouflage the spot.
...I shudder to think what will happen in a couple of months when I leave for NYC and the hubs will be home alone with the kids.
Oh yeah.
I gave myself a Mia Farrow pixie cut when I was a couple of years old. I snipped off my swingy cute bob with my brand spanking new left-handed scissors with the pretty green rubber handles.
I remember it well.
Yep, we had that incident back in February. I was at work for 10 minutes when I got the call on a Saturday morning. The eldest did a great job on her sister; that might have even been her 1st haircut in 2 1/2 years. We banned scissors in our house and at school for months! I cried a river, too. "I have girls who have long hair," I screamed! It's growing, but still not the ponytail length I love.
Here's the Before & After photos from our trauma.
http://picasaweb.google.com/Webmomof3
The After ones were taken with a camera phone. Guess my husband -- the videographer -- was too perplexed to grab the camera. Cathy, did your Hubs document for later lamenting?
Becca -- just looked at your pics. She did a pretty decent job, actually! But I know what you mean about the ponytail...
Oh, no! The one and only time I cut my own hair, my bangs ended up about 1/2 inch long...
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