Wellllllllll... one Sunday afternoon we were all kinda lounging around the house. Becky was taking a nap, Sierra was watching TV or drawing, and I was playing with Chandler and his trains in his room. We all thought Amanda was playing quietly. Well she was doing 'something' quietly.Suddenly I heard a shriek from the hallway. All I really heard was "Daddy... Amanda... cut... SCISSORS!" At first I freaked thinking she fell on some scissors or cut her hand or something. I jumped up and bolted to the hallway and saw Sierra looking into the bathroom. I filled with more dread expecting to see blood, but then noticed Amanda wasn't crying but laughing hysterically.
OK this is odd I thought. I looked into the bathroom and there was Amanda preening in the mirror with my barber scissors on the counter and all of her baby curls filling the sink. And I mean ALL of her curls! She had cut her bangs OFF down to baby duck fuzz length! and she had cut the sides just below the middle of her ears.At first I kind of laughed... then reality hit. Oh no! Easter is next week! And of course the cuts weren't Vidal Sassoon quality by any means. I had to scold her through my giggles. She thought she looked cute. Needless to say Becky was roused from her slumber and came to find her beautiful baby's hair gone. Now this happened in April 2006 a week before Easter. The photo here is after four months of growth and it's still not ready to be cleaned up and her curls we fear are gone forever. Sooooo... I think I need to put a bell on Amanda and lock all scissors in a titanium, child-proof, cabinet... along with my pens and the TV remote.
~ Scott
