I’m working on my Surtsey pattern today, trying to get it ready for test knitting, and that means that I’m not paying as much attention to poor Eleanor as I usually am. She’s pretty self sufficient, though, and was happily drawing a picture (she has big plans about being an artist) and playing quietly in her room with her dolls. Or so I thought. The quiet went on for a long time, which every parent knows is a bad sign. She’s usually really well behaved, though, and being quiet could just mean she’s reading.
It didn’t, though. She was quietly cutting her hair. I found out when she marched proudly up to me and said, “Look!” I think, if I’d have been able to smile naturally, she wouldn’t have been so sad after that, but I said, “Oh my! Well! It’ll be OK!” and then she knew that I wasn’t trilled. We talked about how, if you want your hair cut, you tell Mommy or Papa, and we’ll happily take you to a shop to have it done.
Most kids, when they cut their hair, snip off a little bit here and there, but Eleanor is a thorough girl with strong intentions. She gave herself a pixie cut.
I’m getting used to it! After Liam gets home from school, we’re going to go get it evened out. Busy, busy child.