I've lived the nightmare that I prayed and prayed would NEVER happen....
My five year old Little Prince decided to try his hand at hairdressing. Yep, that's right. He took the scissors to Princess K's long, lustrous, gorgeous locks and turned her into the achy breaky heart Billy Ray Cyrus!!!
Picture this...you're sitting at the computer, just finished a phone call and in saunters your precious little three year old, smiling ear to ear. You look at her, realizing something is different, but not quite sure what until she turns around and you see that all that remains on her head is a three inch strip of hair, the rest of it has been chopped as though it got caught in the Pampered Chef food chopper. Then, your son comes out and proclaims at his handiwork, "Look, mommy, now we can see her pretty face!"
Cut to a few screams of terror provided by yours truly and a "what do I do??" to the hubcaps. I did the first thing I could think of.
I made a quick call to my hair stylist, "I have a hair emergency" -- they got me in in ten minutes and the entire salon gasped in horror at my baby girl's lack of hair. Half an hour later and she looks adorable - it's kind-of a Katie Holmes/Suri Cruise haircut. Hubcaps thinks she looks like a boy, but this is better than shaving it and starting over!!
Three hours later and I'm still finding clumps of hair around the house, most of the evidence was lying in her closet. What I've found I've put in a Ziploc for her baby book, there's just SO much hair, it really makes me want to cry. Especially when she looks up at me and asks if its growing yet!
Hope your day was better!! Happy Wednesday.