(Suzannah and Kyanne)
BREAKING NEWS: Two days ago, on Tuesday, July 15, 2008, Suzannah Grace Winslow wore her hair in pigtails all afternoon.
PIGTAILS.
I know that some babies are born with enough hair to braid before they go home from the hospital. I know that many, many children who are my daughter's age wear pigtails every single day. But Suzannah is her mother's daughter, which means that she was doomed to spend almost the first two years of her life in a state of baldness (even though I have plenty of hair now, far too much hair for hot summer afternoons, which means that in a spontaneous fit of hair angst on Saturday, I went and had it all chopped off -- but I digress). Lately, though, her hair is actually starting to grow. It's fine and blonde and it kind of looks like a mullet right now, although when she wakes up from a nap or gets a little sweaty it tends to turn into this mass of curls (and that she inherited from her daddy). I refuse to cut it just yet. We've been clipping it into bows for awhile now, but this week I decided to try the pigtails.
I play with her hair all the time in the hopes that she'll be used to my messing around with her head -- otherwise, I figured, when I try to do something to her hair for the first time, she'll freak out. So I'm always tugging at it and running my fingers through it, and for the most part, she tolerates it pretty well. Over the weekend I tried rubber bands for the first time, which resulted in her batting irritatedly at my hands and saying, "Ow." I gave up, perhaps too quickly.
On Tuesday, before we went outside to play in her pool, my friend Kyanne distracted her with play-doh. While they busied themselves taking the play-doh out of the little containers, I knelt behind Suzannah and wrestled her hair into two little pigtails. I wasn't going for perfection this time -- I just wanted to see those cute little spikes of blonde hair sticking out from the side of her head. Because I am DUE.
And they actually looked adorable. I spent the next two hours squealing, "It's a totally new look, isn't it?" And Kyanne nodded and smiled tolerantly. It's true, though -- they made her look like such a little girl -- yet another milestone, a transition, a growing away from babyhood and into little girl-hood. It is pure sweetness.
PIGTAILS.
I know that some babies are born with enough hair to braid before they go home from the hospital. I know that many, many children who are my daughter's age wear pigtails every single day. But Suzannah is her mother's daughter, which means that she was doomed to spend almost the first two years of her life in a state of baldness (even though I have plenty of hair now, far too much hair for hot summer afternoons, which means that in a spontaneous fit of hair angst on Saturday, I went and had it all chopped off -- but I digress). Lately, though, her hair is actually starting to grow. It's fine and blonde and it kind of looks like a mullet right now, although when she wakes up from a nap or gets a little sweaty it tends to turn into this mass of curls (and that she inherited from her daddy). I refuse to cut it just yet. We've been clipping it into bows for awhile now, but this week I decided to try the pigtails.
I play with her hair all the time in the hopes that she'll be used to my messing around with her head -- otherwise, I figured, when I try to do something to her hair for the first time, she'll freak out. So I'm always tugging at it and running my fingers through it, and for the most part, she tolerates it pretty well. Over the weekend I tried rubber bands for the first time, which resulted in her batting irritatedly at my hands and saying, "Ow." I gave up, perhaps too quickly.
On Tuesday, before we went outside to play in her pool, my friend Kyanne distracted her with play-doh. While they busied themselves taking the play-doh out of the little containers, I knelt behind Suzannah and wrestled her hair into two little pigtails. I wasn't going for perfection this time -- I just wanted to see those cute little spikes of blonde hair sticking out from the side of her head. Because I am DUE.
And they actually looked adorable. I spent the next two hours squealing, "It's a totally new look, isn't it?" And Kyanne nodded and smiled tolerantly. It's true, though -- they made her look like such a little girl -- yet another milestone, a transition, a growing away from babyhood and into little girl-hood. It is pure sweetness.
2 comments:
this blog is worthless without pictures
I work in words, m'dear. Pictures are your thing.
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