Emerson completed the cutting project and moved onto something else. I think she was occupied with coloring on the dry erase board while I was focusing on the computer and birthday planning; Danny was in our room packing for his trip. At some point, I heard the words (in a soft, stunned voice), "Mommy, I just cut my hair." My heart instantly sank and then began to beat really fast. I immediately jumped up from the computer and was in a squatting position next to Emerson in record time. "Oh no, Emerson, what did you do?" is what came out of my mouth, while "Oh Dear Lord please let her have only cut off a few pieces and please let it not be near her face. I really don't want to take her to my $80.00 per haircut hairdresser to fix bad bangs!!" went through my mind. And then I saw the clump of hair lying on the floor and Emerson pointed to the back of her head. Whew, at least it wasn't bangs, but it was a CLUMP of hair and a very blunt cut. Emerson knew she had done something wrong and I could tell this was going to be a time where good parenting and learning needed to come in. No reason to get upset with her, she had scolded herself enough internally.
The Not-So-Safety Scissors
The infamous CLUMP
Quick side note: As Danny went to pick up the hair and throw it away, I screamed out, "Don't touch that; I have to write a blog about this and need a picture!!" (you know you blog too much when....)
Here are some pictures of the infamous haircut:
(right after the cut and not blended in with the rest of her hair at all)
Learning lessons and teaching moments
(I promise, one day you'll see our bed actually made!!)
Love this silhouette shot!
So sad about her "mistake".....
...but a big hug from Daddy makes it all better!!
The next morning, Emerson woke up and immediately asked if her hair had grown back yet. Unfortunately, no magical fairy came in the middle of the night and waived her magic wand to make her hair grow back. A few days later, I was telling my mom about the whole hair incident and she asked Emerson, "Have you told your Papa yet?". To which Emerson replied, "No, Mimi, and I'm not going to, it's a secret." Emerson does not want her Papa to know so Danny and I have been sworn to secrecy. Little does she know I'm writing a blog about it. One day she'll appreciate it, but for now, I will continue letting her believe I'm keeping her secret. She's still upset about it. The good thing about the whole incident, Emerson did a pretty good job layering one side of her hair and it blends in pretty well, especially after it was washed. Papa, maybe one day she'll follow in your footsteps; or maybe she traumatized herself enough not to ever cut hair again!!