Our little hairdresser...

Okay, so onto the story about Ave's hair...

Like I said in the last post, this was Avery the day before...we have grown the sides of her hair out for three straight years, cutting the back time after time to let the sides catch up.

A few weeks ago I had an important phone call to make, so I brought the kids upstairs in my bedroom with me to play so that I could fold and put away clothes, they could play, and I could make the phone call.

I had been on the phone for about 10 minutes and Beckett and Avery (T was at school) were both playing nicely in plain sight. I walked into the bathroom to put away a couple towels away and I stopped short...

Long pieces of brown strands everywhere. I mean EV. RY. WHERE. It took a second to register. Then I realized what it was...

At first I was furious. I yelled for her to get in there and when she came I said "Avery, what were you thinking?!" She replied "I'm so sorry Mom, I was just trying to be pretty." Of course, that softened me a bit, and I said "Oh honey, we only-" and she interrupted with "cut paper, I know." and burst into tears. GULP. How can you be mad at that? She had used my 2 inch eyebrow scissors. I thought she was putting on my makeup, which I sometimes let her do. Apparently that baby is pretty sharp. :)

So by the time I called Eric I was laughing. I mean, laugh or cry, right? I choose laugh a million times over. I'm pretty sure that girl will always keep us on our toes, but man does she make us laugh. So here you go, our little hairdresser...

This pic was from the afternoon after she cut it. We've since had it fixed and she has a cute little bob with bangs. It's just hair...it will grow. And now we have a great story to torture her with when she's older. :)