Nothing's Scarier than a Three-Year-Old!

It's been a frightening weekend...full of shrieks and screams and cries. I wasn't at a Haunted House or Halloween Party. No, I was at home with my daughter.

Our weekend started out pleasant enough. Bianca had a Halloween Party at school so she dressed-up in her costume and we walked to school singing cute little songs and laughing. After school we decided it was too cold to attend the Monster Mash, so we opted to stay home and watch Casper.

This is where our weekend went south.

I'd stepped into the other room for what seemed like one second when I heard Brylee let out a horrible cry from her swing in the living room. As I came running, Bianca took off in the other direction. I knew she'd done something, but I wasn't sure what. When I tried asking her, she immediately started repeating, "I didn't do it! I didn't do nothing!" (That's always a dead give-away. I really think it's comical when she tries to blame one of the dogs too.) When I saw the empty Mickey Mouse cup on the floor by the swing I was pretty sure what happened, but I wanted to hear it from Bianca. "Bianca, did you try to give Brylee your chocolate milk?" I asked. "No mommy. I gave Brylee her white milk from the kitchen," she answered. As I lifted Brylee out of her swing, the brown liquid dripped from her sopping bottom. Brylee got a bath, Bianca got sent to bed and when I woke-up Saturday morning I was pretty sure our weekend could only get better.

Boy was I wrong.

Saturday night our little princess, angel, sweetheart decided that the best way to get the hair out of her face would be to cut it off. Let's just say her new nickname is Billy Ray, because she has a full-on mullet. Fortunately, it's not too noticeable as long as she has her hair in a ponytail. Unfortunately, my daughter doesn't like to wear her hair in a ponytail. I can't be mad at her though because I did the same thing when I was little, and my mom was quick to remind me that I not only cut my hair but I also cut all of her clothes.

So we woke-up Sunday morning and I was determined to get our Halloween Pictures taken that we'd been planning. And wouldn't you know it, my girls actually cooperated...for a few minutes anyway. So the moral of this story and photograph is....Looks Can Be Deceiving!

Happy Halloween!