fun with scissors!

So I was just telling Rob on Sunday that Liv's hair is finally looking cute without doing much to it. She likes me to blow it dry after a shower/bath and the sides are finally growing in, getting longer and looking pretty good.

Morning shot:
Same day, just after a nap:Liv's hair is still very fine and she gets some SERIOUS bed head!
Well, we now have more to deal with than a rat's nest in back of her head every day...

On Monday morning we all got dressed and then Tosh, Liv and I went to the park to play right after we dropped the older boys off at school. It has gotten really cold here (30s!) and we played outside for about 45 min or so and then decided to head home for some hot chocolate.

Here is a photo of Liv with her cocoa and whipped cream (yum!). We warmed up and then I read a big fat pile of books to the kids. It was getting close to lunch time (and time to take Tosh to preschool) so I turned on a little video for Liv to watch so I could change my clothes and get ready (I was still wearing my sweats from going walking at 6am).

I heard Tosh yelling to me from my bathroom so I came out to see what was wrong. He told me, "Liv has scissors!" Sure enough she had climbed up on the desk in the upstairs hallway and had found the scissors up in a high cabinet (by the way, I've been looking for these scissors for a while and didn't know they were up there until I told Rob this story and he said that he had seen them there). Liv was in our loft trying to cut some computer paper with the scissors. I went over to help her (of course telling her that she isn't supposed to have scissors) and then I noticed fine, blonde hair all over her sleeves. I looked over at her to discover this:Apparently my scream was quite loud because Tosh came running in from our play room and asked if I was ok. He then said, "I thought that Liv must have cut off your finger with the scissors because you yelled so loud!" Ha! Ha! That actually made me laugh which was nice because I felt so bad and sort of like crying/yelling. Busy Liv. Seriously, I can't leave this girl alone for a minute.

Another funny thing was that I asked Tosh if he had tried to take the scissors away from her (not that it's his job to watch her or anything), and he said, "No! She was trying to cut MY hair!" That also made me laugh. Got to protect those curls, Tosh. :)

So here are some shots I took of Liv on Tuesday after I had calmed down. It is what it is. Sort of a rite of passage, no?Is it me or is this a devilish grin :)I think we'll be doing a comb-over for now. I try to encourage her to wear a hat when we are out (it's cold outside anyway). Honestly, I'm not too worried about it; obviously it will grow back at some point (although let's face it, her hair doesn't grow all that fast).

In the mean time it will help spread cheer to others, right? They can smile (or chuckle) when they see her, and be reminded of their own stories and memories of other mischievous two-year-olds.