Beauty Shop!

Sunday is the day we take naps. That is, we as the parents take naps and we hope that the children too will follow our example. Kyle's easy since he is still imprisoned in his crib (for the next few weeks anyway). We are working on that situation and actually went shopping for a bed this weekend but decided to wait a little longer. Katie, on the other hand, is usually relagated to her room for "room time" for an hour or two (usually 2 on Sundays). I have tried to explain to her that if she would just rest for a bit, she'd have more energy to play with us in the evening. Obviously my coaxing and pleading doesn't work anymore.

Today when she came down at 3pm to wake us up I asked her if she had messed up her room. She paused and changed the subject. Then told me that Kyle was awake and asked if she could go in his room to check on him. I said fine and rolled over and went back to sleep. They played fairly quietly in his crib for quite a while. I eventually woke back up and decided to find out what exactly was going on. When I walked up to the closed door, I could hear her pretending to be me and spanking Kyle 7, no it was 9 times. I promise I have never spanked that child more than 2 times! Maybe 7 in one day, but not at once...ha ha. She obviously wasn't actually hitting him because he was sitting there just laughing along with her while she pounded on his mattress. Once again I asked her if she had picked up her room which is usually quite a mess after room time. She hesistated, said no and quickly walked down the stairs on to something else.

After a few minutes of playing with Kyle in his room I decided to check out the room. There was white hair, pink hair and brown hair snippets all over the bed and the floor. I found a sad little horse with a mohawk, but nothing else. So then I walked into the bathroom where I started to freak out. There was wet inch long locks of brown hair all over the sink. I'm thinking, did her hair look different? Did Kyle's? No, Kyle was in the crib the whole time. So at this point I am freaking out and she's starting to realize how upset I am. "Did you cut your hair? Did you? Did you? No, it was my doll's! Which doll? Where is she? Do you realize that doll hair and horse hair does not grow back? You promise me you didn't cut your hair? Let me see. You realize that if you did and you are telling me now that you didn't, I will find out and you will have lied to me?" That was pretty much all one sentence when it came out. The good news is, she didn't cut her own hair or her brother's. She had cut the hair of one tiny Barbie princess doll, one My Little Pony and the horse from her dollhouse collection. However, she made the statement that we would just buy a new doll to replace the one with the short hair because it got a lot shorter than she really wanted it to. So to punish her I ended up making her choose which one of the three she wanted to keep and throwing the other two away. She chose the horse and then cried for quite some time. Little did I know she had also cut the tails off of several of her other horses as well as painted some of their manes pink with nail polish. I let it go. I can't really judge her for doing this since I too cut the hair off all the Barbies when I was little. I was mad because I had to play with my sisters' hand-me-down Barbies and all of my friends had new ones.


So will we stop taking naps on Sunday so we can supervise our children? No, we can't live without those naps. She's just grounded from using scissors for now. Next time it will be paint or something else I'm sure.