The Incident (also known as The Great Hair Massacre of '10)

This is Abby a little over two weeks ago. In August we had gotten her hair cut, and it actually was cut a bit shorter than I was aiming for. The stylist asked her if she wanted it a bit shorter and Abby said yes, so shorter it went. (Why was no one asking me??) Anyway, apparently Jonah thought it needed to go a bit shorter.
Two weeks ago today, Abby was napping, Jonah was in his room for quiet time, and I was downstairs attempting to calm Levi down enough to nap. Around 2:15 or so he finally fell asleep and was sleeping on my chest. Around 2:30, I heard Abby get out of bed and sneak into Jonah's room. She knows she's not supposed to do that and I sort of waited to see what would happen. Not wanting to wake up Levi from a much needed nap (his fussy tummy has made a good nap a rare occurrence), I could hear them playing in Jonah's room and decided to let it slide. Abby had slept 1 1/2 hours and if they were nicely playing in there, I figured I would let them be. They have been bickering a lot lately, so I was sitting downstairs so glad they were getting along, picturing them looking at books together and sweetly playing. After roughly an hour of them playing up there quietly (which sounds like a while, but I could hear them playing for the first half hour and really there's nothing that they could get in trouble with up there... I thought), Jonah came down. I was so proud of their getting along and excitedly said "Jonah, what were you guys playing in there?" Jonah proceeded to tell me that he cut Abby's hair. I asked him "What?" figuring he just cut a tiny bit and felt so guilty that he needed to tattle on himself. He told me that he wanted to make a nest and was using Abby's hair to make it. Next thing I know, Abby turned the corner and this is what I saw.
At this point, I think I said something along the lines of "Nobody move!" They were looking at each other cracking up. Abby then said that she went potty in her pants BOTH WAYS, which is I think the reason she woke up in the first place... she had to go to the bathroom. I immediately called Brian telling him to come home, briefly explaining him what happened, and assuring him that it was probably worse than he was imagining. I then put Abby on the toilet, called my mom, called a friend, and tried to figure out what on earth to do. Really, I was trying to figure out how to undo it, but clearly that wasn't possible. I cleaned Abby up, made an immediate haircut appointment explaining the situation on the phone, and once Brian got home cried. :) I mostly was in shock about it all, but the main thing that was hard for me was how different she looked. Where did my little girl go?? Brian and I went to check out the scene of the crime.

The nest

The barber's chair
More perspectives of the cut. This side isn't so bad.

The back, top, and right side were all pretty short. As in, some areas, including the bangs, were almost to the scalp.

Getting the hair cut. Clearly Abby has no problem with her hair as it is.

She got it buzzed down to a 2 in the back!!!

The final pixie wanna-be cut. :) The gap in the bangs is hard to work around.

Jonah, is that you?? :)

Tuesday morning, Abby woke up, looked in the mirror, and said "I look like a boy." So, we decided to go to something super girly and get her ears pierced. :) She was excited about it and knew she wanted pink diamonds. It was a nice relief to have something to have people talk about when they saw her other than her hair. She loves the earrings and felt girly once again. She may look a bit different, but she's still our sweet (but crazy) little girl.

And her partner in crime, Jonah, has been forgiven and has learned his lesson. If you ask him, he'll tell you "I will never, ever, ever cut anyone's hair again."

Morals to the story:

- Kids are crazy

- Take scissors away from Jonah unless supervised :)

- Quiet ALWAYS equals trouble, even if you don't know what they possibly could find to get in trouble with

- I clearly needed to be humbled. I didn't know how much I treasured Abby's hair. It is OK to think it's beautiful, but vanity had found it's way into my train of thought and I had put my daughter's appearance in a place of too much value.

- Hair is just hair. It has already started growing back a bit and doesn't have the "freshly massacred" look anymore. Really though, I'm just so thankful that no one got hurt and other than a couple of tiny nicks, Abby was just fine.

In the end, we will someday have quite the story and pictures for Abby's rehearsal dinner.