It took my little baldy baby a long time to grow hair long enough for pigtails. Then, when the length was juuuust right and I sat down for my first official “girl mom” moment, she cried. She acted as though I was standing over her, brutally pulling each individual strand of hair out of her head.
Slowly but surely she has come to tolerate it but would much prefer her hair to look like this:
It absolutely drives me insane to see her hair like this – it just looks so uncomfortable. I am constantly brushing it out of her eyes. Clips and other hair accessories do nothing, she just pulls them right out within seconds. I love those big bows but she will absolutely not have it. The pigtails is the best I can get, and usually she ends up getting those out at some point as well.
I can’t wait for the day that I can do her hair pretty but for now she will just continue to look like a little Albert Einstein. If she’s happy, I’m happy.
Liz is a just a mom trying to keep it real about how little she sleeps, how often she gets puked on and how much she loves them. You can find her here every day writing about real-mom moments.
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