Yes, you read that right. Our big Christmas present this year was Ripley getting a hold of a pair of scissors on Christmas afternoon and whacking off a good portion of her own hair. It's pretty drastic but it could have been worse. Luckily, James walked in on her, with scissors and dixie cups in hand. She was busily cutting up the cups, and James didn't notice the missing hair right away. He yelled, "Ripley, what have you done? Where did you get a pair of scissors? What are you DOING?" She replied, "I'm having a recycling party!"
So I guess it's all Mother Earth's fault.
She really didn't know what she had done to herself until I put her in front of a mirror and showed her how most of her hair on the left side of her head was gone, and how her bangs are just little half-inch spiky things. She started bawling, and with her hands out in front of her, palms up (for most dramatic effect) she yelled, "WHY did I do this?"
Well, what do you say to that?
I think we've determined that there is very little a hairdresser can do to remedy the situation, unless we are willing to have the rest of her pretty head of hair whacked off to match the left side (which we are not). For now, we'll be wearing a lot of headbands.
Other than the Scissor Incident of Christmas 07, it's been pretty quiet around here. We took Ripley to ski for the first time last weekend and she LOVED it. When asked what her favorite part was, she replied, "I like to go FAST." It in fact is true -- she scooted out in front of her dad at one point, and she was going so fast he had a hard time catching up to her to get her to stop. He had to ski in front of her so that they'd crash into each other and avoid hitting a pole. I guess that's why we bought the cool pink helmet.
Her dad is thrilled to have a ski buddy. I'm thrilled that I might have a few Saturdays to myself in the near future...
OK, here's something silly I worked on this past month -- I cooked up some hairbrained idea that I should make "twirly skirts" for Ripley and her girlfriends from school (Lauren, Ava, and Caroline). What a misguided notion! I sew blankets and Fuzzies (little fleece baby loveys), but this was my first stab at clothing...
Oh my! Well, at least they are "twirly"! Every girl needs a little twirl in her life, right?
