Sarah has a huge amount of stranger danger going on… which is good.
She doesn’t run from me.
It gets bad when I want to get her hair cut.
I did that once and she cried and screamed so hard, the Kids Barber, where they say they can cut any kid’s hair, can’t do it.
So since age 1 I have been cutting her hair.
Did I mention her hair grows with lightening speed?
Did I tell you I don’t have a beautician’s license?
So last week I had some extra time and I decided to cut her hair.
Easy peasy, right?
I only have to cut in a straight line.
Her hair was really long and about 4 inches down her back, so I thought I would take off an inch.
First I sat her on a chair, then a stool, then on the kitchen table where she proclaimed,
“Mama, we don’t sit on tables!”
I just couldn’t get the right angle to get the job done.
I sweated. I gasped. I cursed.
I asked Tyler if he would do it after he made a face.
Why did he make a face?
I had cut it to her shoulders.
My one inch turned into 4 inches.
“Honey, I think you need to put the scissors down.” He said with a slight amount of fear in his voice.
So the next morning I took one look at my poor pathetic child with her horribly cut hair and told her I was taking her to the Beauty Shop.
Let’s just say that didn’t go over so well, so I got out my scissors once again.
This time I put her on the ottoman in front of the TV.
Then I had her stand.
Standing on the ottoman worked. I could finally get a good angle.
She stood. I cut. I whimpered. She consoled.
Then we went outside to play, but I brought my scissors with me so I could see any wisps that I missed.
Apparently, I do not know what a straight line is.
She stood. I cut.
“LAURA!! Put the scissors down!” My mom yelled from her deck.
I did what I was told.
Her hair still isn’t right.
It is between her shoulders and jaw line now, but if I could just make one more cut…