3/3/09
In Which Birdy Learns New Things
I've been very very quiet. I have had QUITE a weekend. So I will be making it up to you in a flurry of posts this week. Yes, you will have posts prolly every day this week!!
Friday was an awesome day (I even blogged about it!) and I was feeling awesome. Saturday promised to be full of awesomeness too. And then Saturday morning Lorelei skipped into our room and I saw this:
Sob!! And I turned her around and saw this:
Thunk! My own child hates me.
Friday night, Lorelei and Micci decided to play hair dresser (this was after we put them to bed). Micci said Lorelei asked him to cut her hair and they were making a collection and Lorelei denied everything.
Now, long time readers will know that I totally lost my shit. Lorelei's hair is very important to me and I do have hair issues going back 26 years (thanks Mom!!). To refresh your memory, here is a photoset of Lorelei's hair over the year, when she FIRST hacked it off!! And I have referenced many times my worry over my bald baby's head and my frank jealousy of other little girls her age with HAIR.
I had hoped that she would have grown out of this need to stab me in the heart with scissors. But, I have been reassured by several mothers that it does stop and they have proof (long haired daughters). Sigh. It was painful even looking at Lorelei's mangled hair: so I called up a mate and said PLEASE are you free, I need to get out for A Night of Reckless Abandon.
Luckily she was free and I got my night of reckless abandon, where I upon I learned that one Malibu Hurricane, 3 Shiner Blacks, and one shot of something orangy will get me DRUNK and tossing my cookies. I also learned that I can not spell/write whilst drunk.
At 2 and a half beers and a shot I recognised that I needed to slow down. I knew I needed some water. However, I wasn't sure I could be heard over the karaoke, so I wrote it out for the bartender. Thank GOD she knew how to read Drunk Writing. Smirk.
Well, after I came home, the following day (I felt much better) Jamey showed me that we could work around what the kids did to Lori's hair. If we cut it now, she will look like a boy. She will look like Micci's twin brother: don't need that either.
So when ever we are seen in public, I need one rubber band and at least 3 barrettes. It works and she looks cute, but I am mourning all the french braids, buns, and pig tails I had planned for this year.
Oh and when I came home? I also found Lorelei covered head to toe (even her bottom) in red marker...I washed it best I could, but you can still kinda see it in those pictures. Micci drew a very nice picture of a dinosaur on her back. Thunk. Seriously, I need to invest in duck tape LOTS of duck tape.
Please feel free to share your own child horror stories: let's make us all feel a little bit better. ;-)
Labels: hairy, Kid Antics, whine
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I'm so sorry this is all so traumatic for you! We had a few episodes at that age, too! I am making up for it with two very long-haired teens. Boy teens.
Dad says to dye it purple!!! she looks like a punk rocker,with the hair cut so go with it!!
mom
HOPEFULLY I will find a photo of the twins after a watercolor painting episode... and a photo of Harrison with paint on his tongue... (the non-toxic stuff but not non-messy, lol)... gotta keep working on clearing stuff out of storage. If I find it, I'll post it! LOL
