Remember when I said I was going to blog about my daughter’s hair? It’s too irresistible to me as a subject. To be fair, I included a picture of my hair, in all its scraggly glory. Ha! Remember the days– long before procreation– when I couldn’t understand how moms “let themselves go.” Seriously, I wondered, how do you NOT have time to take a shower?
Karma’s a b*tch. Now, I know.
So I am content to put all of my hair dreams on my daughter, who was blessed with tresses that are full and curly in a way that all the hot rollers in the world would not make my hair. I have hair that is euphemistically called “extra fine,” which means limp and somewhat flat. It’s the reason why I will never move to a humid climate. It’s a really good policy to let your hair dictate your geography.
Jeff and I have somewhat different philosophies about how to keep Sadie’s hair out of her eyes. In the second picture above, you can see that Sadie is wearing a white hair tie. That’s Jeff’s handiwork. Wanna know what that tie is? It’s a baby wipe. Like the kind of wipe you use to wipe the fecal matter off of your baby’s tender booty. Jeff dried a wipe and constructed a hair tie that Sadie wore all day long. Ingenuity: A+. Glamor factor: C.
I prefer the more traditional headbands with little bows on them or a semi-successful pony tail. I wasn’t a girl scout; I don’t see the world as an opportunity to create items I need from raw materials. Silly me, when I see a wipe I don’t think of getting it into Sadie’s hair.
I do, however, have a new criteria for picking a preschool, assuming that we get into more than one. I am going to need the records on lice for the past 10 years, because if my darling comes home with an outbreak, it won’t be pretty. I don’t know how lice works, but assuming the more hair you have the more lice you have, we are screwed.
Here’s me: staying in the moment and enjoying the day (and worrying about a prospective lice outbreak some time in the distant future).