She had decided to give herself a haircut on the way to put the scissors away. I didn't even notice it until I went to do her hair for girls night. Luckily I have a fabulous friend who is an amazing hairstylist. I called her and she worked her magic! (Thanks again Candice). The problem is that Hannah LOVED getting her hair done and hopefully she won't see cutting her hair as a way to get to go to the stylist in the future!
She looks so sad because I told her that I took the picture to send to Santa if she ever does it again. I'm not above a little blackmail.
Then the next day, she was helping me chop lettuce for tacos. I was showing her how to tear the lettuce with her hands (trying to keep away from anything sharp) and I left to go help Jared and came back and she was gone. I figured she had gotten bored and decided to do something more exciting than tear lettuce. A few minutes later she came downstairs and I noticed something red on her finger. Apparently she had gotten a knife out to cut the head of lettuce, cut her finger (luckily ony slightly), seen the blood, walked upstairs, washed her finger, and put a band-aid on. All without a word to me. So she is cutting the apron strings (a litle early in my opinion) and wants to be "like a grown up". Sigh- I am so not ready for her teenage years!



