Ethan Scissorhands

Wow, 2 posts within the course of 1 week! Of course its all because I jinxed myself last post with a lack of stories to tell -- so, to even things out, here's a doozy for you.

First we need a picture of the scene of the crime:


And of course, the weapon:


And now for the story.

Today has been a rough day. Sophie still has "staying asleep" issues when put down, so the bulk of my morning has been spent rocking and rocking and rocking her to sleep. At lunch time I gave up trying to get her to sleep so that I could make the kids' sandwiches. When they were done, I resumed the rocking while watching Tyler's Ultimate: Sunday Dinner on the Food Network. Ethan and Grace had disappeared off to the laundry room, where they've been ensconcing themselves lately to watch movies that grandma checked out from the library for them on the TV/VCR combo in there.

About 20 minutes later, Sophie was asleep and I attempted to put her down once again. I decided now was a good time to go and put Grace down in her crib for naptime before Sophie woke up again and needed me to rock her some more. As I'm walking down the hall to the laundry room, I hear these "snip, snip" sounds and I think "maybe Ethan's cutting some paper in there." Not a farfetched idea, because one of his favorite "projects" to do is cutting out scraps of paper and glueing them to other scraps of paper.

However, what I found instead was Ethan standing on the folding chair snipping away at Grace's hair while Grace is sitting in the other chair like she's in a hair salon or something, clutching her care bear and a picture that Ethan had colored for her.

Well, I started screaming. And pretty much scared them to death. Evidenced by the fact that Ethan didn't even try to fight me when I told him to go to his room and stay there until I had calmed down.

Here are pictures of Ethan's handiwork:




And I thought growing out her bangs was taking forever. This will take YEARS to grow back out. I kid you not! She has the slowest growing hair ever! And I know it shouldn't be that big a deal, because come on, what parent DOESN'T have a child that has taken a pair of scissors to their hair? But, the thing is -- Grace's hair was finally starting to grow out. And it looked so pretty on Sunday when it was blow dried and round brushed out. Now she looks like a street urchin! Okay, maybe not that bad, but it certainly doesn't help her ragamuffin-look tendencies.

Once I had calmed down, I went back to Ethan's room where he was laying on the bed crying with his blanket and the lights off, and I felt HORRIBLE. Poor little thing. I just need to remember that he's only 3. I told him I was sorry for screaming and that I loved him and made him promise never to cut anyone's hair ever again. I asked him why he cut her hair and his response was that her hair was getting too long. After I hugged him and told him I was sorry again he said he wanted Grace so he "wouldn't be alone." How sad is that? So, of course I went and got her out of her crib for him and managed to get the pictures taken of her hair, and a couple of the two of them together.

At least they love each other:


And from the front you can hardly tell how bad it is, RIGHT?????