Thursday, March 10, 2011

a hair cut

I know. You probably thought I'd have pictures of my mangy hair turned into a stylish do but nope! I still have my old mangy hair. It's the platinum blond in this household that gets the attention today. I gave Pear kid-size scissors and some paper and told her she could cut shapes. I've worked with her before and taught her the proper way to hold scissors, I've watched her cut paper, I've left her alone before to cut paper. Last Thursday she had an urge to cut something other than paper-her hair! I was literally only out of her room for 2 minutes and in those 2 minutes she managed to lop off several chunks, each about 3 inches long. I walked in the room and she said, "look how short my hair is," to which my jaw dropped and I gasped and before I could even say a word her lips began to quiver and she cried, "I'm sorry mom! I'll never cut my hair again. Can we fix it?" No punishment needed. No anger let out. The poor thing was devastated by that momentary urge to cut her hair. Thankfully, it wasn't too bad. We went that evening to get her hair cut. The stylist managed to taper it around her face a bit so that it wasn't noticeable that a 4 year old had done the cutting. And of course, amongst the drama, Jovie wanted to get her hair cut so we treated her to her first haircut.


Kamille said...

oh my lanta--the last picture of Jovie is A-DOR-A-BLE! Poor, sweet Pear and her response. I'm glad it wasn't as bad as it could have been (like my own personal haircutting days at 5 years).

Margaret said...

Ahhh! Great post!! I have to say, I love your blog... you live life with such a great spirit! Plus it is so refreshing to see what you are up to from my dark little grad cubicle... :) Please keep posting.

And you don't have mangy hair... I have a feeling many a woman has coveted your locks! Ah, you make me stumble ;)