Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Will I ever learn? I guess not

My beautiful and amazingly talented daughter Janica has a very selective memory. She must have inherited that from her mother, because I sure seem to have the same problem!

Two years ago, Janica cut off her beautiful hair. It had grown almost all the way down her back, and she cut it. She said she didn't want it any more. NO!!! A horrible loss, but I found a way to survive. She did promise not to cut it again.

She must have meant she wouldn't cut it again that year, because sure enough, she cut it last year too. Why?? I could very well have been like Sleeping Beauty's father and banned all scissors from the house, but it didn't seem very practical. I instead chose to very strongly let Janica know that scissors aren't toys and that she can't use them. At all. For any reason. If there was a reason that would be okay for her to use them, it WASN'T to cut her hair. I actually thought I got the point across when she was talking to my mom last weekend and told her very seriously and with all earnestness that she wasn't allowed to use scissors or anything sharp.

Oh that selective memory. Janica uses her to pick and choose which rules she remembers to follow. I use mine to not remember which rules Janica struggles with. So yes, the hair cutter strikes again, and this time she added another part to her repertoire: a new victim.

I think you can see where I am going with this. Janica cut her hair again and then because she was apparently getting tired of the same old results and punishment, she decided to cut her sister's hair too! I only noticed because when I was changing Kierra's diaper, there was hair all over her. I couldn't believe it! It was right before bedtime, so there was nothing to be done until the next day (today). I took them to Wal-mart as soon as the salon opened. Of course there are pictures. There have to be pictures.





So here is the culprit, as the hairdresser assesses the damage and what can be saved. You can see on the right how much Janica cut off.













Look at all that beautiful hair! Now gone.










Here is a shot of how much hair she hacked off of Kierra. Even the hairdresser commented on how much hair Kierra had for a two year old. Had. As in used to have. As in doesn't have any more because her sister cut it off because her mom hasn't learned to hide the scissors.





Here is the final product for Janica. It is very cute and looks great with barrettes or with a headband. I'm sure it is very cool for her in the hot summer months and brushing her hair is sure easier. That isn't the point! She cut her own hair! Again!








Well I guess I'm glad someone is enjoying this experience. Me? I would be fine to never experience it again!






Here is Kierra's final result. Again, very cute, just not as long as I would have liked. Sigh. When will I learn? For the record, I still haven't hidden the scissors!

3 comments:

Noelle said...

First of all, her new and improved haircut (the corrected one) is pretty dang cute. That's kind of a problem, because now she will just be encouraged to do it again. "Aw, Janica, your new haircut is so cute!" Janica thinking, "See? I knew it would look good when all was said and done."

You should do what I do. Lose the scissors. I figure if I can't find them when I need them, then Rachel shouldn't be able to find them either, right?

Final note. Shanda, you really are a good story teller.

The Fieldings said...

That brings to mind my own hair cutting episode as a toddler. If you've ever seen pictures of me as a small child, you will notice the "pixie" hair cut. That's because I snitched Mom's hairdressing shears and cut off a big chunk of my hair. I remember watching with glee as I flushed it down the toilet. Mom decided the best way to keep it from happening again was to keep my hair as short as possible. Your girls look cuter than I did though. They definitely have/had beautiful long hair though.

faline said...

Here is Shanda's haircutting story. Her mother cut her hair! [That would be me :)] She had very thick hair and lots of cowlicks, and I'm no hairdresser, so I kept cutting and cutting trying to get it to look right. When I finally finished, she didn't like it because it was TOO SHORT! I thought it was cute. But once again the single-minded daughter rules the day. Shortly after the haircut, it was school picture day. I dressed her up all cute in her pretty pink dress. Adorable! Cute little pixie! That's what I thought. But when Shanda got the finished picture package to bring home, she pulled out the ... scissors! ... and cut the picture up. When I asked her "Why?!!!" she said, "'cause I don't like my hair! It's ugly!"
So which would you prefer Shanda, the cut hair or the cut picture?!
Love ya lots,
Mom :)