One of the sadder stories of motherhood has been the lack of hairstyling in my home. I can french-braid, ponytail, bun and up-do with the best of them. When I found out that I was having a girl, I may or may not have bought 18 bows and 3 monogrammed hair ties. Just to be prepared.
But for the last two years, I have been thwarted. N LITERALLY WRITHES IN PAIN when I touch her hair. Her brother and I have gotten more use out of those bows.
Except on Friday, when N walks up to me with multiple hair bands and asks for pigtails.
Until she turns around to show off her THIRD PIGTAIL. Which she insisted on with all the powers of a toddler girl.
To my email subscribers: If you can’t see the images, please try adding “[email protected]” as a contact. If you can reply to the next email post to let me know whether it helps, I’d appreciate it. Meanwhile, head over to my website to see these pigtail pictures of N. If you want to die of cuteness that is.
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