I stick out my tongue, one tiny Cheerio perched on the tip. Her giggles tell me that she actually can see through the hairy obstruction. Yes, the brunette veil has returned, and as her hair grows longer, her resemblance to Cousin It grows stronger.
I pull the Cheerio into my mouth, crunch it up and swallow. Her smile fades. Perhaps she is distraught over the loss of a treasured snack, or perhaps she senses my temptation to once again reach for the scissors.
I push her hair aside, seeking those elusive blue eyes.
There they are. Staring at me; daring me to make the same mistake twice. But I resist.
I will NOT…
I will NOT…
give my baby another mullet!
But what to do about that unruly head of hair? It all grows forward, right into her beautiful face, and does not respond to any amount of coaxing. Her hair has a love affair with her face, and I am woefully inadequate at keeping the two apart. Soon, those tresses will reach her chin.
The pig tails help, somewhat. Yet she enjoys yanking on them. Her baby friends also enjoy yanking on them. So, they do not stay where they are supposed to be. The hair inevitably is freed, resulting in a hairstyle I desperately sought in the eighties, achieving only with a massive curling iron and copious amounts of Aquanet. Alas, even that hairstyle is short lived. As she crawls, climbs, and cavorts about, the hair descends once again, a curtain closing.
Perhaps, eventually, the oddly growing hairs will discover a more “normal” route, framing, rather than obstructing, her beautiful face. Until that time, I’ll continue my efforts to coax her locks. I’ll continue the constant replacement of pigtails. And I’ll adamantly continue to resist the temptation to cut my own child’s hair!
Do you cut your own child’s hair? If so, I hope you’re better at it than I am! If you’re new here and have not read about the time I accidentally gave my child a mullet, you can read all about it here. Hmmm… perhaps I should go for a bowl cut next time?