A day that will live in infamy...

Well in our house anyway...

So I know I said I would start filling in on 2012 now, but for the sake of remembering this monumental event, I really must blog about this and post this little video of my post-incident interrogation.

December 5, 2011 Kayleigh cut...no butchered Campbell's hair. 

 So the back story is that we had attempted a haircut for Kayleigh at the salon a few times with no luck. I felt bad torturing them with her drama, so we just figured we'd try again another time. She wanted Tangled hair wrapped around the room, so any haircut was out of the question in her mind. Well, one night while combing her hair, I had had enough of fighting tangles, so I thought "How hard can it be just to trim it straight across?" Well, the answer my friends is very hard. As soon as I started I realized our hair scissors were dull and I mean very dull. No idea how considering they've never been used but I was literally sawing her hair, so I switched to regular kitchen scissors. Sign #1 that this wasn't going to go well. After a few minutes of trying to even it up and only cutting it shorter and shorter, I start to sweat and get sick to my stomach. I take her downstairs to the living room and sheepishly ask Brett for help. He was A. not impressed with my hair styling skills and B. appalled that I was seriously butchering her hair. Thankfully, he saved the day and helped me even it up. I only cut like 6 inches off her gorgeous, long curly hair, but I regained composure eventually and assured myself it would grow back and be just fine all while telling her that I gave her beautiful Tangled hair. The last thing I needed was scarring her from any future hair cuts, especially after learning the lesson that haircuts are best left to the professionals.

Fast forward a couple of weeks, and I was doing crafts with the girls and talking to my Mom on the phone. Kayleigh needed to go potty, so off she went upstairs. Of course Campbell followed because what sister can go potty without the other? ;) An hour or so later, I notice a chunk of hair missing from the back of Campbell's hair. Don't judge. Mom and I were busy solving world problems, analyzing everything and venting about something or other that your husband doesn't want to hear about but you just have to get it out. And I'm a master multi-tasker. Talking on the phone and crafting is elementary.

After I have a mini-heart attack, I ask Campbell if she cut her hair to which she responds, "No." I then ask Kayleigh and get the same response. I'm no rocket scientist, but apparently someone is lying. After a quick chat about lying, Kayleigh fesses up that she wanted Campbell to have Tangled hair too. Uh-oh. Massive Mommy fail. Never thought to explain that only Mommy and Daddy give Tangled hair. Oops. Another lesson learned. On a side note, some days (or maybe every day) I think they are teaching me more lessons than I'm teaching them. Perhaps that was God's master plan with parenting.

She finally spills the beans that she snuck the scissors upstairs when she went potty. I sprinted upstairs and found this massive pile of hair.

I interviewed Kayleigh just for fun (see below and excuse the nutella faces and jammies), and we made a quick trip to Supercuts that night once Daddy got home. I had been wanting to get Campbell's hair cut into a bob before but just never did because it's so hard to cut off all that baby hair, but it turns out, I should have done it already because it just looked so darn precious on her petite little body. I'll probably leave it in a bob for a while. It also helps keep her a (little) less messy since she never kept the ponytail in her hair. Isn't she just a cute little thing??

 And Kayleigh is obsessed with braids lately because apparently that's Tangled hair too. Rapunzel has quite a few hairstyles in the movie, so I guess it works no matter what kind of hair you might have. ;) She is so proud of her braids and just touches them over and over to make sure they are still there. They both have hair like me when I was little and it falls so easily, so I'm braiding all day. Just she would sit still long enough for me to learn to french braid.







And just because I want to, I'm adding this picture. They play downstairs while I workout and they always want a turn. Wish I looked that cute working out!

I'm bursting with things I want to blog about, so stay tuned for talks of paleo, screaming (in a good way), introvertedness (yep I probably made that word up), spiritual gifts, fun explorations here in the Bay area and other fabulous stuff.