My favorite part of the movie Babe is (are?) the three mice. The three mice with their little squeaky voices. And my favorite part of the three mice is when they squeak out, “A tragic day.”
I thought that the mice should be narrating our family story on Thursday morning, when I realized that the girls had conducted their own haircuts in the privacy of their boudoir.
This was after, of course, the instant hot anger subsided. When I was capable of rational thought.
It had been a long, long week of various devious (and, thankfully, deviant) behaviors.
There was the time I came out from putting Levi down for his nap to find under my desk two girls, two bowls, two spoons, one carton of icecream.
There was the time when I picked up one of my childhood dolls to find that her face had been liberally colored in with pens.
There was the getting into my purse and taking things out and then blandly knowing nothing about it.
There was more, but blessedly I don’t remember it any longer. I’m past the frustrated phase and into the proactive phase. I think.
Now that I’ve had a few days to get used to the new ‘do’s, I kinda think in my heart of hearts that they are absurdly cute. They are so obviously self-inflicted, which is part of the charm.
I’ve had a few days to get over the disappointment that Lia’s hair, which after five long years had finally grown out to one length, now has large bunches on each side chopped to shoulder length. And a few days to get over the disappointment that Amelie’s hair, which I just two weeks ago took the plunge and trimmed to almost one length so that it would look better – has been utterly butchered.
There’s a part of me that wonders if this is cosmic humor inflicted on me because I was wondering how Amelie would look with bangs and didn’t have the guts to try it.
There is also a part of me that feels relieved that it wasn’t my first born that got her bangs chopped almost to the scalp. I try to face up to the fact that things feel different after the firstborn. Because it’s true.
So here they are, the naughty girls. As you can see, Lia also got a bit of a bang cut. I’ve been putting her hair up until I can figure out what to do about the missing chunks on the sides.
And a close up of Amelie’s two-inch section of crew cut. She also has a bit missing in the back.
We think she looks like Babalela – an Afrikaans book character.
I think I have now found all the chunks of discarded hair. The initial handful which was my first clue into the situation. A whole bunch strewn around the bathroom trashcan. And most recently, a surprising clump of Amelie’s blond tresses in one of the boxes I labored over yesterday.
And now we just wait for it to grow out. I guess.