I've been here almost a week and it seems like a whirlwind. So much has been done. So many things still on the to-do list. Today, the exhaustion was catching up to me. I decided to "take a break" and just stay at my mom's house with my three kids...
I was busy making knots for my pumpkin knot rolls (recipe), when I realized how very far removed the kitchen was from the various play-areas throughout the house. I decided that if I were ever in the market for a new home, I would assuredly *not* get a set-up like this. I mean, who knows what could happen while I'm in the kitchen and the children are elsewhere?
I am not lying when I tell you I had these thoughts. You will think that I am when I tell you what happened next...
After such thoughts of my potentially-trouble-making children, I realized that they were indeed silent at that moment. Silence, with kids the age of my children, is never a good sign. I went in search of them and found my two older ones (ages 5 and 2), playing downtairs...laughing. Hmph. Not normal. But, I was tired. And in the middle of something. At that very moment, it seemed like a fine idea to leave them be.
About ten minutes later, they came running up, still chuckling to each other, and started running around. Wow. Seems like this day of rest must have been good for them too. What a blessing.
Then my two year old daughter came up to my one year old son, grabbing his hair to a pair of scissors, and said, "I'm going to cut your hair!" I wheeled around in a heartbeat and said, "noooooooo way! We never cut our brother's hair!"
Shocked, my daughter looked at me, let go of her brother's hair, and quickly threw the scissors to the floor. But there was something wrong. Something very wrong. With HER hair.
Yesterday, my daughter looked like this:
Adorable, right? I know. Sometimes I just look at her and think about how absolutely adorable she is. Especially those eyes....and that hair...! Oh, what wonderful hair.
Yesterday her hair was beautiful. Today, her older brother took her to the salon. And I only wish I could glue this back on without anyone knowing any different....
I think I'm in mourning. My adorable daughter is no longer so adorable. I'm wondering if there's any way I can get her to wear a hat for the next four months until the hair at the top of her head grows back. This is going to take a considerable amount of creativity. And you can bet I won't be sleeping much tonight--I'll be too busy hoping when I wake up, this was all just a bad dream.
