Why You'll No Longer Find Scissors at the Hansen Home...

On days like these, I'm grateful to have a family blog. Rather than screaming or crying at these moments, I collect myself enough to grab my camera, recognizing that one day I will be laughing at this. And by posting such entries on my blog, all of you can enjoy a good laugh. I'm not at the laughing point yet.

I should have learned my lesson last March, when Maddie gave Kennedy her first unintentional haircut with Dad's razor. I really should have learned the lesson last month when Maddie gave her sister her first intentional haircut with the scissors she retrieved from their former spot, the kitchen drawer.

I did learn that the scissors should no longer be so easily accessible, and I found a good hiding spot for them. Unfortunately, I forgot to put them away today. I left them on the bathroom counter.

Here is what I discovered when I went to check on Maddie's unreasonably long potty break:






Her beautiful dark curls scattered on the floor and in the trashcan! She chopped several inches off each side of her hair, and it looked even worse when I took out the ponytails. I discovered a little patch she cut much closer to the scalp with only two inches of hair still attached. I wanted to cry since it took us four years to get her hair so long and full. She was as bald as Kennedy when she was that age, and we didn't even know she had curly hair until she was 2 1/2 years old. In a matter of five minutes, two years worth of hair was gone.

Maddie explained that she wanted to have short hair like Kennedy. She also wants to be a "haircutter" like her Aunt Aujelle and tells me so all the time. I obviously told her she CANNOT cut hair, and she got a long, LONG timeout in her bedroom while I tried to figure out what to do. Luckily her Aunt Aujelle came to the rescue. Here's what she looks like now:


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It's a good thing she is so cute, or I don't know what I'd do with her...