Crazy 'Firsts'

My children each had a 'first' today. Not the kind of 'first' that you are proud of, but the kind that make you want to scream and yell.

I am hesitant to even blog about these events because that means I am admitting that they occurred. And, well, quite frankly, I am still in denial.

Let's start with Grant.

There is someone in my house (she is around three feet tall) who leaves the toilet lid up after using the bathroom. She also leaves the bathroom door open when she is finished. These two tasks are strictly followed to completion by my husband and I, because we have made it a habit over our eight and a half years of marriage.

Whenever the lid of the toilet is left up, it is like a magnet that slowly attracts my son towards it. This morning, unbeknown-st to me, Grant played in the toilet water, with the pee and toilet paper left behind by Kalli. He must have happily splashed in the water, because it was all over the floor. I also have a tiny suspicion, which I hope is incorrect, that he may have put some of the used toilet paper in his mouth for a small period of time. I only think this because I found a small wad of very wet toilet paper, in a perfectly molded circle, on the floor of the hallway right outside the bathroom door. I really, really hope that he was playing with it in his hands and that it didn't go anywhere near his mouth. That is what I am telling myself anyway, because, HOLY MOLY, it just grosses me out to think about it.

But, hey, that reminds me, the night before he was digging through my kitchen garbage, which is behind a cupboard door, and found a piece of raw potato to gnaw on. That isn't so bad. The bad part enters after I realized that potato was lying on the empty packaging that came from my pork loin which was in the oven. So, I probably introduced him to Trichinellosis, or something.

I'm telling you, this second child has had a lot more things happen to him than I would ever have let happen to Kalli. I don't know if it is because I am a lot more relaxed than I was with my first, and I'm just letting him explore more than I did with Kalli. Or, maybe I'm trying to do too many things at once, and he gets ignored while playing (he loves to play alone, so 'ignore' isn't the right word, but you get the picture.). I don't know what it is. But, when he was little, I vowed never to let him roll/crawl off the bed, because Kalli did it once and it broke my heart. Well, sadly, the vow didn't stick, because at last count, he had rolled/crawled off my bed at least five times. FIVE. I'm a bad mom, huh? Thank goodness my bed is low to the ground.

Okay, moving on to Kalli. This 'first' has pictures.

Let me set the stage for you. It's early in the morning, and I just finished bathing Grant because he had a crazy dirty diaper and it just seemed easier to throw him in the water to clean him. After I bathed him, I decided to touch up on his haircut, so I pulled out my clippers and scissors. I'm sure you can guess where this is going. After his hair cut, I put the tools up high, with the resolve to get them put away as soon as I had him dressed. While dressing him, Kalli came into his room and asked if she could watch cartoons. I told her I didn't want her to watch until after lunch, and she went away. I got Grant dressed, and started organizing his closet (sorting too small clothes, and pulling out the next size), and soon I decide to check on what Kalli was up to.

I walk to the basement, and she is standing on the stairs talking about her hair and how it was hanging in her face. She made a weird gesture with her hand and kept saying the same thing about how it was in her eyes, or something. That is when I noticed that she had cut her own hair.

I was nervous that she used the clippers (which were unplugged and set up high), but I realized she used my scissors. She cut quite a bit of hair on one side of her face, and a little on the other side. Fortunately, she didn't cut too short. She didn't shave it, or cut it to the nubs.

And, this is what it looks like now.

It's not bad, but I miss her longer hair. This hair cut reminds me of when she was 18 months old. I'm sure it will be a lot better when I get some of her bangs grown out. And, I know it could have been a lot worse. Thankfully it was just hair. And, let's be honest, it is bound to happen at some point or another in a little girls lifetime. Right?

I'm just sad I can't put her hair in pony tails anymore. So sad.