That time Hazel cut her own hair.....

Well friends, we've come to the end of an era.  The era in which I successfully raised two daughters for seven years without anyone cutting their own hair.  I suppose on some level it was bound to happen, but it didn't make me any happier about it, let me tell you!  So we'll start with a before picture (above).  This is Hazel, just a few short days before she got a hold of some scissors in her room.  Insert Duh...Duh...Duh music now....

Ryan and I just sat down from dinner when Hazel came down from her room with her Barbie saying, "Look how pretty I am...I cut my hair".  No joke guys...my fork dropped to my plate.  "Wait what?"

 Yep, that's right, that's two huge snips out of her hair.  At two different lengths.  Not to mention that she also cut her Barbie's hair.  I wasn't up there to see, but I imagine it went something like "I wonder what would happen if I cut my Barbie's hair?"  Which lead to "That looks nice, I should do it to mine too".  Insert eye roll!

When I asked her where her hair was she told me it was upstairs in her garbage can...I suppose at least she had the good sense to not make me clean up a mess on top of it!  Long story short, I was not please.  Ryan was a little more "kids will be kids" about it than I was....I fumed about it for awhile and then decided to grab a beer and deal with it the next day.

I was torn about taking her to a salon.  On the one hand I was furious at her for cutting her own hair...she knows better.  And I didn't want her to get to do a new, fun (and fancy) thing because she was naughty!  We don't get rewards when we do naughty things!  On the other hand, I have been TRYING to get her hair long enough to get back in a pony for YEARS.  It's always in her face and always tangled and messy.  I didn't want her looking crazy and I wanted a fix for my own personal sanity.  So...to the salon we went...

Little turd!  I'm pretty happy with the result.  They added some bangs in the front and a little bit of layers on the one side to help make it look intentional.  At the end of the day it looks fine.  I know that this too shall pass and it'll be grown out before I know it.  But, in that moment, I was not a pleased Mommy!

I write this blog so that we can look back on our family and read about our ups and our downs.  So that we can remember all these little moments that make up our life stories but also tend to get lost in the cracks.