To get to the point....while I was napping with a headache on Sunday afternoon trying to recover from Christmas, my sweet, innocent 4-year old got to some SCISSORS upstairs ....and my sweet husband (although that day I wouldn't describe him as sweet, I was blaming him completely for this) was DOWNSTAIRS. As I could hear her up in the loft playing, I got out of bed to see what she was up to. There was hair ALL OVER THE COUCH, and I asked her what she cut, she showed me it was a new barbie Santa left her. The Diamond Castle Barbie now had a new bob thanks to her barber shop skills. Bryanna's hair was up in a a bundle of ponytails, so I didn't worry, EVERYTHING looked fine.
We got to my sister's house for dinner and just as we said the blessing over the food, I could see in a new light where the scissors had done some damage. She cut through one of her little ponytails!!!! I was so angry, mostly at my husband because he was supposed to be watching her.
After a not so great of a night's sleep, and a day of still being angry, but then giving in when Mark scheduled a massage for me...the damage is done, and hair is hair. It will grow again, and where she cut isn't as noticable as I was horrifcally imagining it would be.
And yes, she is wearing some eye shadow and lipstick Santa left for her in her stocking!
That's just a small amount of hair that I managed to pull up and snap a picture of. Now I'm even more grateful she was born with those curls, to hide all the short pieces!
LESSON LEARNED: KEEP THE SCISSORS OUT OF REACH OF CHILDREN!!!!!!!!!!!