Savannah Strikes Again…(R U KIDDIN ME?!)

Nice face, Sav. Translation? In the words of Cee Lo Green: “Forget-U, Mama”

 

The little beast struck again…this time, she managed to climb up onto the counter, reach the “safe cabinet” where we keep the scissors and gum packets, and gave herself- AND 2 out of 3 of her brothers- haircuts (GASP!)… all while chewing about 8 pieces of gum (she’s got this hair stylist thing down, eh?) … in the 5 (err 10) minutes that I went back to my room to get ready for a much needed dinner with my bestie, Liz.

 

So, Joe walks in from work and I’m flying to get out the door when he says with a shocked look and a grin: “Uhhh…Suz? Did you see Andrew’s hair?”

 

I stopped dead in my tracks, it looked like someone had taken clippers to his head…down to the scalp!

 

Within 5 seconds, it clicked and I immediately looked up and saw Savannah outside with Ben, mid-cut, with a long strand of her hair falling onto the ground. Hair was EVERYWHERE!!!

 

It all happened in slow motion… I screamed at the TOP OF MY LUNGS: “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!” (sprinting to the door)

 

 

…must have scared the bejesus outta Sav because she jumped, threw the scissors down and started shrieking with Ben, in terror, as they high-tailed it in the opposite direction. (its kinda funny to think about…now that it’s a new day)

(yep, this would be the TOP of my *darrrrling* diva’s head)

 

 

Ben’s awesome new do. Looks like he had cranial surgery.

 

 

Top, back of Ben’s head…

 

 

Hey boys…maybe find a new role model? Maybe stand up to your sister and don’t let her boss you around all the time? I’m just sayin’…

 

They sure look happy, don’t they? Those little rapscallions.

MUGSHOTS:

T-R-O-U-B-L-E

 

The only one to come out of the day unscathed… EEEEEEEETHAN!

 

So- yes…MOTHER OF THE YEAR AWARD I GUESS? You fool me once, shame on you… fool me twice… well, I forget how it goes.

Does it count that the first time was on Joe’s watch?

I loved that my Dad’s text to me right after it happened was: “Please don’t kill her!”

Thanks, Pops…I needed that laugh (and friendly reminder).

So, I really don’t know a “safe” place for the scissors…after this last fiasco. If I didn’t use them so much, I would just get rid of them. But it will always be something, right?

I absolutely CANNOT WAIT for the day that Sav calls me in tears, because her daughter (or son) just chopped his/her hair off to the scalp! CANNOT WAIT.

Until then…UGH! Lord have mercy on this Mama.

Stay tuned for buzz cuts…