I have yet to replace them.Regardless of hiding all our scissors in all of the highest hiding places, she always manages to come up with a pair.
When the lady at the salon finished evening things out, my hair was quite short. I don't remember having any problem with the 6 or so inches that were cut off, but I do remember the discussion with my mom about how we never, never cut our own hair.
Brynne has been equally fascinated with the scissors at our house. She found a pair of scissors one day and snipped off the ribbons used to tie a cushion to her rocking chair.Another time she cut the rubber scales and fin off of her mermaid barbie to see what a mermaids legs looked like. She cut the floor length curtains in her room. Just on one side, just for fun she said.
When Wes called me a week ago while Jeff and I were at a friends house, I could tell he was pretty upset. "Mom I have something really bad to tell you" I braced myself and prepared for the worst. "Mom, Brynne cut her hair..." "How short" was my only reply. "Well it's still long in the back..."
I thanked him for calling and said I'd see him at home in a while. I didn't say anything to any of the 8 other people there about my phone call. Not even Jeff. I wasn't ready to talk about it and I didn't want to give in to my urge to go strait home to see how bad it was. There was nothing I could do about it.
No matter how hard I laughed at Josh and Jeremy doing the train together while playing Wii,
Jason taking his job at the drums so seriously,
Jeff trying to figure out the maracas,
or Tiffany tapping into her rock star,
I just couldn't get Brynne out of my head.
Once we were in the car on our way home I broke the news to Jeff. When we got home we saw the pile of her hair on the kitchen floor.
Then she came into the room. I am not sure how she knew that she has ties to Idaho, but boy did she look like she'd fit right in with the best of them. My daughter had cut herself a mullet!!!
I just sat there breathing in and out for a bit and then took her to the bathroom and worked with what was left of her hair. Desperately trying to figure out just how I could salvage it. I knew I'd want pictures of it later but just couldn't get a great shot showing just how bad it really was. But here are the sides of her head. Notice the small chunk missing from the top left side towards the back...
The next day I still hadn't figured out what to do with her hair, but it was making me grumpy just thinking about it. She was pretty somber as we went in to get her hair cut. Her only concern was them turning her completely into a boy, and having to wear boy clothes, since boys are the only ones who are supposed to have short hair.
This is my only daughter who was bald for more than the first year of her life. It had finally filled in and was getting pretty long. She was starting to let me put it into pony tails and tie ribbons and clip bows into it on occasion. Those days are long gone now...
A few days later I remembered that I was about her age when I had done the same thing. It dawned on me that my hair had been "fixed" just as short as hers. As Tara was going through all of my moms pictures this week she came across this one right after my hair cut.
How do you like them apples?