Pobrecita Isela

Isela has been quite a character lately. She loves loves to wear Max's shoes especially his new vans. She has also been keen on wearing his clothes and underwear. She is so cute as she babbles about stuff. When our new cat came over she chased it around barking because she thought it was a dog. Then I told her that it was a cat and that it meows. Now she likes to say Sacha Sacha whenever we talk about cats.

Today however tops all her shenanigans. Max and Isela were so cute and innocent when they came down that I couldn't get mad at them. I just had to laugh. Max and Isela had gone up to their Nana's room to visit like they always do. Only problem was is that I didn't know that she wasn't there. Isela grabbed hold of the markers and went to town on all the walls. But Max had an even better idea. He saw some scissors that looked exactly like the scissors the hairdresser used on him the day before (his first professional hair cut.) He decided to give Isela a hair cut, a really bad hair cut. They came down the stairs together and Max very innocently tells me how Isela's hair was getting long, so long that it was getting past her ears. And he thought he would help by giving her a hair cut just like his.

Isela has no clue of what happened. I can imagine her sitting perfectly still with a smile on her face as her big brother carefully clipped off huge chunks of hair. The back looks the worse. It looks like someone took a weed wacker to her hair. Afterwards we spoke sternly to Max about how you don't use scissors without our permission and we gave some examples of hurting someone's eye with scissors. To which he replied, "Good thing we have two eyes." I tried not to laugh as Blair explained that we wanted to keep both our eyes.

Well now I'm off too look for some hats for Isela because I've decided that we will not shave her head. We're going to let the bald spots grow in and then figure something out.