I dedicate this post to my Mother, who never gave me scissors until I reached kindergarten age. "Why", you ask? I cut everything from my sisters new yellow jeans and all the extra fabric, to the curtains, to who knows what else.
Liam is the new "Me". I have found large cuts in my sheets, my quilt cover, Liam's clothes, and now MY HAIR! The other day I got out of the shower and brushed my hair into place to find a lot (a small clump) only an inch long. He must have cut it while I was sleeping. "How", you ask, "do you sleep through a three year old giving you a hair cut". Easily when you have 4 children 3 and under and your 3 year old gets out of bed at 5:55 or 6 am every morning.
My Mom thinks this is quite funny, so I have heard, does my Dad. I on the other hand, think this is a horrible payback. Not only do I have a three year old that can not be in a room by himself, but I have 2 year old twins that won't stop going in opposite directions, and an infant that doesn't sleep by herself or take a pacifier.
I CAN SLEEP THROUGH ANYTHING!!!! I guess Kindergarten has a lot to teach Liam because now I am done with teaching a little boy to cut anything.