Wednesday, June 4, 2008

I'm brushing my teeth mom......

I sent Emily upstairs for a quick nap this afternoon. She was up there for about 15mins and I heard her in the bath room. " Em what are you doing up there?" "Just brushing my teeth Mom". I heard her jump into bed and everything went quiet. About 20 mins later I went upstairs to check on her and maybe catch a few zzzzz's with her. As I walked upstairs I saw this tuft of hair in the hallway and then another on the bathroom floor.......OMG.........I said "Emily, what did you do???" as I walk into my room she pulls up the covers over her head. I then walk in to the bathroom to check everything out, and in the toilet is ALOT of hair. I almost start to cry, I say again "Emily, what did you do?" she starts to cry.....OMG, I felt so bad, My poor baby cut her hair. I didn't want to scare her, it wasn't the end of the world, she was safe. But all I could think was my poor, cute, adorable little girl is broken, her hair is a mess. I can't believe it. I will post pictures later. I was able to cut it and make it look cute- I am no pro- but it will do. She is so at that stage where she gets into everything, she was never like that so we never really "baby proofed" the house. I guess I need to re-evaluate that. UGH

5 comments:

Robyn said...

Oh no. I still haven't baby proofed since my daughter will find some way to get what she wants.

Heather said...

Oh no... my goddaughter did the same thing at this age so reading this brought back the memories. As for getting into trouble like that I am sure I posted it and if not I will have to but a while back Catherine decided to color with marker all over our walls, fireplace, entertainment center, tv, herself and many belongings of her brother including him with red magic marker one day as I was doing laundry.

Chele76 said...

OMG

April said...

Oh no! I swear every mother i know has gone through this! I'm sure she looks great with her new (shorter!) 'do!

~**Dawn**~ said...

When I was about 3, I was with my mother at her best friend's house. Her best friend is a hair stylist. Her daughter had seen her mother cut hair hundreds of times because she worked at a salon but also did cuts out of her home as well. So... her daughter decided to play beauty parlor. On me. Snip! It grows back & someday you will torture her with this story. Trust me. ;-)