Dani had quite the busy week. To start, she got a haircut. The at-home kind. I was putting on my makeup Wednesday morning, with Dani and Tori "helping" me as usual. Dani informed me she had to go do her hair and headed off to the bathroom. She came back with a few hair clips haphazardly placed in her hair, and I thought nothing of it. Later that morning, we were getting the girls ready for a day at Miss Ruth's. Big Man was combing out Tori's hair, and I sprayed down Dani's and started to comb. Huge pieces of hair were coming off in the pick. A lot. Like the way people describe their hair coming out after a few rounds of chemo. I got Big Man's attention and held up a chunk so he could see, all the while standing behind Dani so she wouldn't panic. Upon closer inspection, I realized the hair wasn't coming out at the root, but had been cut. After breathing a sigh of relief that my child didn't have some mystery illness, I asked Dani whether she had cut her hair. An instant, "NO!" followed by a follow up question by me and then an embarassed admission that she had used the scissors. (And then the Big Man's question to me...."And why were the scissors accessible, mommy?") Ugh. I made a little pile of all she'd cut--good thing her hair is curly so it's hard to notice that there's a ton missing from the right side of her head. We could have made Grandpa a nice little toupe with all there was!
Last night, she had a little accident in her underwear, and I put her on the potty and told her to finish the poop there. Tears, crying, and no more poop. She admitted she had to go, but was scared. So, mommy decided it was time for some tough love. I put her to bed in her underwear, and explained that if she needed to pee or poop she should get out of bed and get me. I knew that the odds were very good that she'd wake up wet, at a minimum. This morning, she was soaked, but she didn't poop in her bed--that was my solace as I stripped her bed and gave her a quick bath in Tommy's toddler tub. A few hours later, while I was in the basement folding laundry, Big Man opens the door and says, "Your eldest child is pooping on the potty and I think we're out of flushable wipes." And she was! And she said it was easy! And that she wasn't afraid anymore. For months she has been asking for this pink picnic basket toy, and I promised her that once she pooped on the potty, we would go get it. So when Tori went down for a nap, Dani and I went to Target to pick up the reward, and a slushie (of course).
We came home and Dani reveled in her big-girl-ness! We made cupcakes, and she helped me decorate them. They were blue cupcakes with red frosting. We all had one after dinner.