I got up late this morning and when I came out into the kitchen, Lydia was just coming in from the living room with a pair of scissors in one hand, a hank of hair in the other, and very short, very uneven bangs zig-zagging across her forehead. Why, oh why, does she do that? I tried to fix it up, but I didn’t have all that much left to work with, and now she’s upset and vowing not to go to school until it grows out.
We got the new stove up and running yesterday (Olof’s dad came and changed the outlet for us), and so far I’ve cooked two things: quesadillas on the stovetop and frozen french fries in the oven. Not very inspired so far, I’m afraid. If I get a chance this evening, I’d like to bake some bread or something. Oooh, maybe some pumpkin bread, since I still have a fair amount of mashed pumpkin in the freezer. It’s amazing how much the new stove and dishwasher have changed the look of the kitchen for the better. Now if we could just scrape up the funds for a new refrigerator/freezer …
What is it about kids and scissors and their hair? Actually, my niece had a year long love/hate affair with nail clippers. She’d cut her nails soooo short they’d bleed. My sister forbade the clippers, then had to resort to hiding them. The niece still managed to sneak a set from her mom’s purse. I think the episode is over, but I have no idea how it was resolved.
I think this must be Lydia’s seventh or eighth hair-cutting incident, and I’m hoping she outgrows it sooner or later!
The nail clipper phase sounds scary!