Naptime Haircuts

Eliza and Caleb had been sleeping in Grammy's sewing room for about 6 weeks without getting into trouble (besides the typical crying at bedtime and naptime).  This time started out the same.  There was crying and whining, but then the kids started to play together well.  They were pretending and having a grand old time.  I dozed in and out in the room next door.  They had been in there an hour and a half without sleeping a wink when I awoke to Eliza telling Caleb,

"Don't clip my hair, Caleb.  I already clipped it myself."  

Well that sure got me up from my nap.

I walked to find Eliza's new 'do.  I almost cried, but ended up stifling laughter instead.  I was relieved that it was only her bangs and not her long curls.  She'd gotten Caleb too.  He'd had a haircut less than a week before, so his hair was already really short.  Still she managed to snip chunks right to the scalp in more than a dozen places.  Along with the hair on the ground, there were hundreds of buttons and other sewing notions, as well as the package to the brand new shears she had opened.

I wanted to see how long it would take Mike to notice.  Sometimes he is very perceptive, other times he's clueless.  Well, this time, within seconds of seeing Eliza after walking in that evening, he says to me,


"Did you cut Eliza's hair again?"

No, Mike.  The quarter inch I trimmed off her bangs a few days ago was just fine. (In Mike's defense, he saw her from across the room and once he got a closer look he knew she had done it herself.)

Well here are the pictures you're waiting for:

 I know it could have been a whole lot worse.  Thankfully Eliza's hair grows fast.  Until then, she'll just look like she cut her own hair.  Oh, and they got a big, long time-out as a consequence, so hopefully there will be no more shenanigans.