After, After, After...

Once upon a time, a mother left her scissors out for the third time.  The first time, she tried as hard as she could to fix the mistake, it was not perfect but it would do. The second time, no one really could notice the mistake that had been made. The third time, STRIKE your OUT, is all that comes to mind...

The Before Picture

How cute is she, a new hair cut and pig tails...

After

 Bangs got cut, but were fixed as best as could be. She still is in pig tails!...

After, After picture

There actually is no picture since, it was only a small chunk in the middle of her forehead, which was not that bad...

Last and hopefully the least...

The After, After, AFTER picture's

Taken tonight, after Rie was tucked into bed, so not the best of pictures but you will get the point.

I feel so guilty that she got a hold of the scissors for a THIRD time.  I had been doing a project in my bedroom, and left the scissors down on the desk. I have no idea how long she was in there chopping away. I was in the living room watching the new Hallmark movie. She came running in saying, "Mommy, I cut my hair!" My jaw hit the floor. I grabbed her little face, looked into her eyes and said, "Why, Riley?" Then I buried my face into a pillow and started bawling like a baby.  Daniel took her away scolding her and searching for those awful scissors. Then he made her look in the mirror, showing she had cut all her beautiful hair off. She cried and cried. Dan then asked if she was ever going to cut her hair again, she looked at him with her chubby tear stained checks and said, "No, Daddy."

 I called my Mom, telling her to facetime me(something you can do on the ipod, or iphone), so she could see what had just taken place. At first she could not understand anything I was saying. I think I was having a nervous breakdown. I was laughing, crying and screaming all at once (not really screaming, but almost). My poor Mom. I think she thought Riley had cut her head off. She kept saying to me over and over, "Heather, hand the phone to Daniel". Each time her voice got louder, with more panic. Finally I calmed down enough to tell her what happened. I then told her to laugh, because I really needed to find the humor in it. So she let it all out, (I think she had been holding it in to spear hurting my feelings). She laughed so hard she started coughing. I of course laughed to, saying I did not think I could ever look at my poor baby girl again.

This time, I could not "pretend" to save her hair. I had to take her to get her hair cut at a beauty salon. The only solution was to cut her hair really short. I did not want her to have a mullet. I am so sad that we can not put pig tails in her hair anymore...

I now I put an end to my grateful post, but I just want to say I am grateful for laughter.

I did cry, she is my only girl, give me a break.

But, I laughed to. I think it is important to laugh. Life is so much easier, when you find the humor in things. 

I grew up, with my mother saying all the time, "Heavenly Father must have a sense of humor".

I have heard other people say that too. I believe he does!

Life at times is stressful enough, I don't want to sweat the small stuff. I want to laugh instead. It is easier on the heart!