haircuts...and a 'baby bra'...

Ever since her first haircut a couple months ago, Ned's had this new play routine involving a plastic step stool, kitchen towel, brush, tubing from her plastic saxophone crudely shaped as a hairdryer, "finger scissors", and a willing client, a.k.a. Baba or Mama. Anyway, we sit on the stool, she puts the kitchen towel around our shoulders and gives a brief, chaotic cut and dry before announcing "baby's turn" and hopping on the stool herself.

But then Baba asked me to cut his hair. (I've long cut Dan's hair in our basement with a clippers...ever since I accompanied him to his haircut years ago and went, "Seriously?? $40?!?! For that?!?!" and promptly purchased my clippers from Sears. If I do say so myself, I'm pretty skilled with that clippers.) Anyway, Ned overheard his request and responded, "Baby??? Cut hair?? Basement? Baby do it???" And Dan told her okay...and gave her the clippers.

Notice the look of incredible satisfaction on her face, even whilst holding the clippers upside down.



And then there's the 'baby bra' incident. Ned's friend Zhi got her these dressable wood animals for Christmas. They come with these cute little reversible tie-on outfits. Seems like such an innocent gift... except that some small person decided that the tie-on outfit is better suited to herself as a--and I quote--"baby bra"...


Never dull. Ever.