kaia’s new cut.
yeah, well, apparently mia is not only interested in cutting her own hair.
as i clean out a cupboard full of herbal tinctures, supplements and homeopathic tablets; making little piles of which to keep, what to pack and what to just toss, my sweetest Leigh, on an outing, probably her longest drive since birthing divine Indie, keeps me in such good company. Humoring me about cleaning and packing. Spreading her light across my caos. Being there. We giggle about something while she holds Indie tight in her the Moby, doing the baby sway. And then we just stop.
We hear a scream, blood curdling, possible blood spilling scream from Kaia. The scream flows into some heavy crying. Leigh runs. I panick.
Everythings okay.
Silence.
Mia cut Kaia’s hair.
Shit. Mia. SHIT.
Kaia, luckily her beauty is deeper than the middle of the ocean. Her two perfect pig tails, at least 3 inches long, where gone. Her bangs snipped to the root. Mia did a number on her. Kaia was rather upset, seeing this was the first time anyone had ever taken sharp objects to her virgin 2 year old hair. Poor, poor girl. We owe her big. We also found strands of Sula color mixed in with Kaia’s pile on the floor…luckily Sula is curly and the chops aren’t as obvious.
All scissors are now just a memory*
I find out later that Kaia’s dear dad once told Leigh: please, whatever you do, please don’t ever cut Kaia’s hair.
In zen teachings, letting go of the hair is like letting go attachment to vanity. Well, Mia and Kaia are a pair of divas…no doubt.
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*disclaimer: we do not keep sharp scissors laying around. mia found bill’s beard trimming scissors in his bathroom last night, a door which is usually locked/latched, but with all the work we have been doing in the house, he left the door open and she wandered in there. As for today with the scissors she found to HACK Kaia’s hair…Bill was opening up packages of fixtures for the other bathroom with them and apparently left them out on the counter. The girls wandered down the hall to the bathroom for the 2 minutes we stopped watching them like hawks (:-) and spotted them up there immediately. So basically, both hair-hack jobs end up being Bill’s fault. Blame him.
