Photographic Evidence

In December, I got a good bit of hair cut off. When Mikayla saw it, she asked if she could get hers cut that short. Michael told her she absolutely could not.

The kids and I ate dinner tonight at O'Charley's, and we had some caramel apple pie thingie for dessert. Xander brushed his pie-coated hand past Mikayla's head and her hair got a bit sticky.

Three hours later, I walked past the kitchen trash can and saw this at the top:


I yelled for her to come in, and asked what happened. "There was cake in my hair!" "We have shampoo for that!!"

She looked like this:





Because tomorrow is Sunday, I had no choice but to make her at least look presentable for church. But as you can see from the above, I really had no choice. Really. Aaric is willing to testify in my defense.

It currently looks like this:



I'll have to wait until it dries to see, I think it may need a few layers put in by a professional, since she did take quite a chunk from the side of her head. But the most obvious stuff is better.

And since I had the scissors out... see, I'd just told Michael earlier today that poor Xander always has hair in his eyes and really did need his bangs trimmed. He protested, but I insisted that it must be done, and he relented. It may not be perfect, but the kid is 16 months old, he only sits still for .02 seconds.

That can't be good

I just watched my 16 month old stuff a nearly empty (but still plenty of powdery crumbs) bag of cereal into the front of my printer. I guess he now thinks it's his food storage bin.
Yes, all signs point to this kid being just as wacky as the others. Perhaps even more.