Sunday, July 01, 2012

I Get My Hair Cut Every Two Days. After All, Your Hair is Your Headsuit

I've dreaded this moment years. I knew it was coming, I could feel it. I tried to prevent it, but really, what could I do?

Ash has been going potty all by herself. She was in there for a little while, then came out and went into her room to play with her toys. A little while later I went into the bathroom and froze. There, on the tile, was a tiny curl. And another one, and another one.

Ash cut her own hair. Down to the scalp.

I had cut Drek's hair the night before and Ash had watched. I stupidly left the scissors out on the counter and when Ash went into the bathroom she must have thought her hair could use a trim.

Moan. Why do kids do this?! It wouldn't be so bad if Ash wasn't bald the first two years of her life and has only just barely began to actually grow hair!

I hope it grows back quickly. And she only got the front, not the sides, so she still has a few baby curls.

We had a stern talk about cutting your own hair. And then I hid all the scissors.


  1. Oh dear.

    I know there are foods that promote hair growth, in some cases doubling the normal rate; you might look into that.

  2. Oh no! Im so sorry! Oh no. Poor mommy. Its more traumatizing for mommy. To walk in and see all that hair on the floor. Oh, I wish I could hug you. So sorry.

  3. It seems to be a rite of passage, especially for little girls. Aren't we glad hair grows? sorry for the lack of sympathy on this one K-La.

  4. I remember cutting my own hair. And then getting mad at my mother years later when I have a boy haircut in all my school pictures.

    Oh, Ash. You're still cute.


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