Ah, the funny things that can happen under Daddy's watch
(or lack thereof--HEY, I just did smaller text!!). While Grandma Karen spent all day Saturday with Grace, Daddy and Rachel had some bonding time. They played hide-and-seek, they studied the scriptures, they practiced reading and writing, they filled out Rachel's colle
ge applications--they had so much togetherness they were as one...ah, silly reader. In reality, Carl worked in the office while Rachel wondered what Daddy was doing as she did arts and crafts, all by her lonesome, in the kitchen, with Carl occasionally tossing her a crust of bread for nourishment. She certainly wasn't bored though--especially when arts and crafts turned into Beauty Shop, with Rachel as both hair stylist and customer. As you can see, she clearly has a knack for this, and I'm excited about all the money we'll save with her do-it-yourself prowess. Forget college--we're now thinking cosmetology school.
Ah, the funny things that can happen under Daddy's watch (or lack thereof--HEY, I just did smaller text!!). While Grandma Karen spent all day Saturday with Grace, Daddy and Rachel had some bonding time. They played hide-and-seek, they studied the scriptures, they practiced reading and writing, they filled out Rachel's colle
ge applications--they had so much togetherness they were as one...ah, silly reader. In reality, Carl worked in the office while Rachel wondered what Daddy was doing as she did arts and crafts, all by her lonesome, in the kitchen, with Carl occasionally tossing her a crust of bread for nourishment. She certainly wasn't bored though--especially when arts and crafts turned into Beauty Shop, with Rachel as both hair stylist and customer. As you can see, she clearly has a knack for this, and I'm excited about all the money we'll save with her do-it-yourself prowess. Forget college--we're now thinking cosmetology school.
5 comments:
Oh no!!! Her hair! As if it didn't take long enough to grow in the first place! Now I know who not to ask to babysit...
Um... those aren't the scissors I gave her, are they? I refuse to take responsiblity! Although, I have been known to butcher hair in the past... why am I not surprised that this happened under my father's watch? And it had to happen at some point, right? It's practically a rite of passage for girls... at least she didn't cut someone else's hair, right?
My dad told me about this. I called him and he told me that she cut her hair- and I told him "way to go Dad". That is too funny. I thought you'd be mad or something. Go you for making it funny. ;)
Gee....this may be a fairly reliable way to get out of babysitting! And if she only knew those occasional pieces of bread were hardened bread crumbs I retrieved off the patio because not even the birds wanted them!
These scissors DEFINITELY look like they came from Emily - I KNEW that we would eventually find the right person to blame - and to think this happened during those one or two minutes I just HAD to take my eyes off of her to go to the bathroom.
Just don't ever assume there isn't method to my madness!
Oh no....that is sadly hilarious! What's even more hilarious is that I think there is a smile on your face in that picture where you are holding her. Aaaah, the joys! At least we can document it and laugh about it. Too funny!
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