2012 Looks to be an Exciting Year

If New Year's Day is any indication of what 2012 has in store for us, I am not sure I am ready for it, but I guess I have no choice.  The day started off well enough.  The kids got up, ate breakfast, played with toys.  Just before lunch, Drew asked Andy if they could kick field goals and Andy said sure.  I kind of raised my eyebrow, but didn't say anything because I was sure Andy wouldn't actually let him kick a real football in the house.  Next thing I know, I hear a loud crash in the kitchen.  Drew kicked a ball from our living room into the kitchen and it landed on the counter and knocked a Christmas candy dish (a very unique one I might add) onto the floor breaking it into a million pieces.  Drew stopped in his tracks and looked at me.  Andy did too.  I looked at Andy and smiled and said something to the effect of, "I'm going to kill you."  Drew heard me say that and got really upset and he told me to apologize to Andy and that it is not a nice thing to say to someone.  Of course, he is right and that is not a nice thing to say, but he is 4 and didn't understand that I wasn't actually going to harm my husband (even though I may have wanted to).  Next thing I know, I am "apologizing" to a laughing Andy.  Andy then went to the kitchen and cleaned up the huge mess.  I haven't observed any field goal kicking since.


There is rarely a dull moment in our life with Kayley.  That child has been through a lot in her 3 1/2 years and in return she has put us to the test whenever she gets the chance.  Her preschool teachers told me at her conference that she could benefit from practicing her cutting skills at home because she isn't grasping the concept of cutting out shapes.  Santa brought her and Drew a pair of safety scissors.  They spent most of the weekend sitting at the kitchen table cutting up scrap paper.  She didn't want to cut out the shapes I had drawn at first and said she couldn't, but once I showed her how to do it, she caught on quickly.  Later in the afternoon the kids wanted to watch a cartoon, but we had a football game on so the kids went to our room to watch the cartoon.  They have done this a number of times.  Usually, they lay in our bed and watch the show.  Occasionally, we will hear Kayley running around our room in my heels, but that is the extent of anything they have done.  Until New Year's Day. 

I was in the kitchen getting dinner ready and Andy carried Kayley into the kitchen and stood by the table.  She was super quiet and he kind of had a smirk on his face.  I kind of glanced at them, but then went back to what I was doing.  Andy then asked Kayley to tell me what she did.  She didn't say anything, but she smiled.  I looked up quickly and asked what she did, but I didn't notice at first.  Then Drew said, "She cut her hair!"  Andy started laughing and I walked over from the stove towards the table and stopped dead in my tracks.  It was both funny and absolutely heartbreaking.  We have been working SO long to grow her hair out and get it all even.  Her hair grows so incredibly slow. 

Kayley was very proud of her haircut and Andy complimented her and told her he loves her mullet.  She said she was just trying to get the snarls out.  Well, she succeeded.  I couldn't get mad at her because it was already done, but I did calmly try to explain to her that Mommy and Kayley go to the hair salon only to get our hair cut and we don't try to do it at home.  She said ok and that she won't do it again.  I don't exactly believe her. 

She gave herself very short bangs and took a
chunk out of the side while she was at it

Like my new bangs?

I took her to the salon earlier this week. The stylist recommended against a pixie cut because it is really hard to maintain and awkward to grow out, which is what I would want to do.   She basically said there is nothing she could do about the bangs Kayley cut, but she could try to frame the rest of her face so the big chunk she cut out of the side of her hair would blend better.  

At the salon

I decided to buy a headband to try to cover up the super short bangs as much as we could. 

Not so bad as long as she leaves it in

Not so good when she takes it off