And So It Begins

With each of my pregnancies, before we knew if we were having a boy or a girl, A. and I would inevitably have the discussion about hair. A. had some reservations about my ability and interest in fixing hair if we had a girl, you see.

He was justified in those reservations. I have very little interest in doing hair, and certainly don't have any skill at it. I can barely manage a regular braid, much less French braids or fishtail braids or any of that other craziness*.

Obviously, this was not an issue for many years. I had three boys, and those three boys all get their heads shaved every month.

But now, of course, I have a girl. And that girl's hair is starting to get a bit long.

A couple of weeks ago, I bought a package of hair ties, barrettes, and bobby pins at the grocery store--for a dollar, because I am allll about the quality--and this morning before church . . .

Can you see it? Do you need a close-up?

I done FIXED that hair. With a purple barrette.

Okay, so it's a pretty lame attempt at hair styling. But hey! Points for combing her hair and putting something in it to keep it off her forehead, right?

Right. I see many YouTube tutorials in my future.

* These conversations would usually end with me semi-jokingly telling A. that maybe he should be the hair person. I suspect he'd probably be better at it than I would.