scissors

Oh my god, what a fiasco.

Thursday was picture day at Ada’s preschool and I got her all done up and did her hair and trimmed her bangs a little bit and then rushed out of the house to make sure we got to school on time. After school I picked her up and we went to meet some friends at the park. We had a wonderful time, it was so nice to get outside for a little bit and let her run around and play with her friends.

When we got home, it was time for quiet time, so I put Ian down for his nap and Ada went in her room, like normal. About 45 minutes later, she comes wandering out of her room and something just seemed off. I looked at her and realized that her hair looked weird. So, i called her over and I realized that I had left the hair scissors on the bathroom counter and somehow she had sneaked in there, grabbed them, took them to her room and proceeded to cut half her hair off.

I was almost in tears and as soon as I asked her why she had done that, she burst into tears and we sat on the couch and cried together for a few minutes. Her beautiful curls were gone and now it was time to figure out what we were going to do about it. I new we had to get in to get it cut. I was just so sad and upset that she would now be stuck with really short hair for who knows how long. I really thought that they may need to shave it down pretty good and she would look like a boy.

Ada Takes the Scissors to her Hair

Now, the picture doesn’t even remotely do the destruction justice. The hair is chopped and very short all above her right ear, her bangs are gone and what you can’t see is that under the back on the right side she has cut it all up. there is really only a few strands left on the whole right side of her head.

At this point I am starting to freak out. I call Karli and he is just laughing hysterically. He reminds me to take a picture before I get it cut. Always thinking, my hubby.

So, I call up the nearest kids hair cut place and they can get me in. “Can you be here in a half an hour?” she says through her giggle. So, I get Ian up from his nap and we race across town to make the appointment. I am no longer freaked out and have come to terms with what is about to happen. Ada seems to be taking it in stride. She is just upset because I am.

I guess I should also say that this is the first time I have taken Ada to the hairdresser. Usually I just cut her hair myself. Since it is curly, it is pretty forgiving. I guess that’s how I got in this mess in the first place. She never ceases to amaze me though. She just jumped right up in that seat and behaved like an angel, even as the little boy next to her screamed his head off through his entire haircut. “I don’t think that little boy wanted to get his haircut mommy, he seemed pretty scared” she told me later, once we were in the car. I am just in awe of her most of the time. She is getting to be such a big girl.

The good news was that the hairdresser ( a very nice woman named Julie at Fun Kuts in Lynnwood, WA) had a good idea of what she could do and she did a beautiful job. The cut is so cute and Ada loves it. I am forever in her debt. we still have to do a little comb over action, but overall, this one came out just fine.

Ada's new short do

The moral of this story? Don’t leave scissors laying around where a four year old can get at them. There is no reason to freak out over the small stuff. Have a good laugh instead.

Also, I would just like to say how grateful I am that she didn’t hurt herself. I am very lucky that she is as meticulous and careful as she is.

I love you Ada, and your new short do.