Someone is in trouble!

Going through some pics from the Hidden Cove Home and I found this. A smile for the fun that little one must have had.

Rough Morning (Part 2)

Some of ye are wondering what we did with Stella and Claire after the incident here. Well Stella is just a little lopsided for now - the poor girl is over two and still has less hair then P.Olsen - for crying out loud!!
(P.Olsen is a darn cute baby in our ward - my husband comes home
bragging about her each month when he visits her at home.)

 And as for Claire... I trimmed off about 3 inches off the back, on the bangs I trimmed about three spaghetti size chunks of hair that were longer than what she cut the rest, otherwise, I have left them completely as she cut them.

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF PETE:

DO NOT TELL HER SHE LOOKS CUTE...

EVEN THOUGH SHE DOES!

Rough Morning

So I scheduled a post for today and hate to post twice but I just had to share my morning with you, this is DEFINITELY getting labeled under trouble!

I guess when I typed this on the picture I was refering to STRAIT rather than STRAIGHT as in

STRAIT: (strāt) A position of difficulty, perplexity, distress, or need. 

The best part was when I called Erik and he brilliantly told me "you can't leave them alone even for a minute". 
Good thing he wasn't standing in front of me.

Claire must be following trends!
She has seen a lot of tinker bell
as she's on a big Peter Pan kick lately.

What is this you wonder?

I was down here in the office, and Elizabeth was next to me at her desk coloring, and I looked at her hair and saw this chunk missing, it was hard to tell if it was part of the layering at first so I got up and fluffed her hair with my fingers. It just didn't look right and I said, "Elizabeth, did you cut your hair?" Elizabeth looked up with her bright eye's and as honestly and sweetly as one could imagine, said, "no mama", she even ended the response with the slight inflection of a question at the end, like "why would someone do that?" I dismissed it with a "We never use our scissors to cut anything besides paper, huh?!" and figured it was something previously from the girl who did Elizabeth's hair at LaVilla Salon while Amy was out of commission.

Note: This was towards the beginning of preschool and we had been practising every morning with Elizabeth to trace her name and cut out along a line, to improve her dexterity using scissors. A small pencil box lay on the corner of the kitchen counter specifically filled with necessary tools.

Upon leaving the office I went upstairs to the kitchen where I saw the scissors from our morning work and little pieces of paper which I subsequently cleaned up, then placed the scissors and markers back in the box.

A couple hours later before McCall arrived home I hit the family room to do a toy/book sweep. As I bent to pick up a book I noticed something strange on the carpet. It was light yellow, and fuzzy. As I reached down and picked it up, to my horror I realized it was a child's hair... "Did she go and cut it after I gave her the idea!!" Was my naive initial thought then common sense reigned in and I realized the little turd had lied to me. Upon finding a couple more little tufts, I set them on the counter took a picture and called Elizabeth down.

I explained how disappointed I was that she cut her hair which meant we would be taking away her privileges to use scissors for the next little while, but even more disappointing was the fact that I asked her if she cut her hair and she said "No" which I explained was a lie, and thus for the lie I would be removing all barbie and associated accessories. This was devastating to her I know, but I hope she understood the lesson that we must be honest and tell the truth even, and especially, if it's hard.

I hope we are through with this little hair cutting stint!

Fluffy White Kleenex Dreams

We all have our share of trouble makers in each of our children. Claire seems to not only get into trouble, but she honestly seems to enjoy it. She thinks it's even funnier when we look grumpy and say "no". Yes, she is still in her pajama top ... but it was still morning.

I don't understand motive here but do we ever?

How forgetful we become

So I have been guilty once or twice of wondering why my younger kids are not as well behaved as my older one was. A big part of it is that with your oldest there is just one.....but doesn't your mind also play little tricks by forgetting just what each day was like. I have been going through scanning photos of McCall from my pre-digital era......and as I look back and remember each moment associated with each picture..... I must say..... she had her share of mischief.

(Oh and don't comment on what time this is posted -- I know I should be in bed!!!)