Oh, the children I'm raising...

They say imitation is the highest form of flattery, right? Wrong!! I am not flattered at all, just flabbergasted!

I'm raising future hair stylists, I guess...

First, Mallary cut her bangs off AT HER SCALP last week:

On Tuesday, I take her to the salon and have my girl cut her hair so I can help hide her crazy bangs. She also trimmed it to make it all pretty. So pretty...

On Tuesday night, I come home from the gym, and head upstairs to tell the kids good night. Trevan is standing at the top of the stairs with a weird look on his face, Mallary comes out, and her hair seems funny, but it doesn't register...

"Trevan cut my hair," she said very matter of factly.

I look from her, to him, to her hair hoping that statement wasn't true. Then peek around the corner at John, "WHAT???"

Her beautiful hair, totally chopped up.

John was feeding Jonah, and sent the kids upstairs to get their pajamas on. Trevan went to use the bathroom in our room for some reason, and got "distracted" by the scissors. Here's the thing, he had to SEEK them out! They were my hair cutting scissors, and I keep them in this basket thing on my vanity. They weren't just laying around so easily accessible. He knows where they are because I cut his hair. With Mallary, it was totally my fault for leaving them out, not this time!

I have never in his life been so mad at him. It was just so out of character for him. What in the world possessed him to do such a thing?! I was so angry. I like totally wanted to beat him! I left him in his room, and hit the wall instead. I took toys away, he can't play his Star Wars video game thing for who knows how long, I took all of his Star Wars and Transformer shirts away for who knows how long, and every day after school after he does his homework he has to do chores for me. Yesterday, he cleaned up the living room and kitchen floor, helped me clear off the kitchen counters, and washed the doors down stairs.

"That wasn't hard," he said too cheerfully when he finished yesterday.

I'm trying to think up something "harder" for today. That little stinker.

What really made me sad, is that I was growing her out so I could do Locks of Love without having to cut her hair off to her chin. I couldn't do it because Trevan cut off too much hair.

That night, he just kept saying, "It was an accident," and "I only cut a little bit..." Does this look like a little bit to you?

The hair framing her face? Yeah, that was ALL Trevan...

Yesterday morning, I called the salon, and my girl wasn't coming in until noon, and then didn't have any openings until Saturday (But, just so you know, I'll be getting her cell phone number just in case something like this ever happens again, which it better not...), but the girl on the phone was totally sympathetic and offered to do Mallary's hair for free. I took her in the second I got off the phone, and she got her hair cut. She didn't do as good a job as my girl would have done though, so I'm pretty bummed about that, and wish I would have waited until Saturday. I gave the girl ten bucks anyway. But I thought Mallary's hair was going to have to be cut above her chin, so it's nice that I can still do pig tails or whatever. Though, I will actually have to DO (style) Mallary's hair now, not just brush it and run. That, I am NOT excited about. You should see her hair this morning, totally crazy. Ugh...

Does that look like a three year old hair cut to you? I think it makes her look so old...

Though, the barber scissors are now hidden in a secret place, my friend gave me these last night, just in case:

Good idea, huh?

The girl who cut Mallary's hair yesteray told me that when she first started cutting hair, people would come to her house to get their hair cut, her 5 year old brother would sit and watch. Then one day, he had three friends over, and he cut all three of their hair!!!

Oh, the craziness...

When, Mallary cut her bangs last week, I was so bugged. I kept trying to figure out ways I could fix it. While I worked on her hair, or just while looking at her hair from across the room trying to think of another way I could do it, she would look at me while flashing a cute smile, and say, "Smile, mom." If you only knew how many times she has told me that recently...

They are such little stinkers.

I think Trevan will be cleaning the downstairs baseboards today...

with a toothbrush.

That makes me smile.