Monday, January 30, 2012

Grieving Lost...Hair?

This Friday, as I worked busily in my sub-zero office, Steven cut the baby's hair.  When I asked him why he didn't consult with me first, he said, "He was shaggy.  He needed it.  And I knew you would say no."  He's a cute little almost totally bald thing, isn't he?

While we were putting the little guy in the tub and I  was lamenting his lost locks and the babyhood that seems daily to go with them...Abby climbed into the haircut chair and buckled herself in.  Then, the child who SCREAMS like a banshee if Will even looks at her funny paid him no mind as he took the haircut scissors and sliced a HUGE chunk of hair from about the middle of her cheekbone to a good inch and a half above her ear.  Will came into the bathroom - "Hey mom.  I cut Abby's hair.  Here's the scissors."  And then he nonchalantly walks back into the living room.  I sadly didn't get a picture of the damage. 


BUT

After watching a YouTube video or two and purchasing a pair of thinning shears, Abby got "Pixie-lated" per the following. Notice - this is the face she makes when she's winding up to sing "I'm malicious, mean, and scary.  My sneer could curdle dairy.  And violence-wise my hands are not the cleanest..."  Yes, my child's song of choice from Tangled is the one sung by the Thug Chorus. 


 At this point, I'm not sure which hair cut I'm grieving more...