Taming of the Doo

Today I am writing about Claire's hair. Oh, my sweet Claire, your locks are out of control. Anyone remember this?  Obviously before Claire was born, I knew this was going to be an issue. And then there was this. Even with very little hair, the problems were starting to unveil themselves.

Now that my beautiful girl is 3, I am shocked to find that Claire's hair (much like its owner) has mood swings. There are times when it will lay flat against her head with small adorable wisps flirting around her ears.

But all it takes is a nap or a good nights sleep to transform her mane into this:

It is mornings like these when I determine the only way to go is pig tails.

Which are cuteness to the extreme if you ask me. I just love this look on her, but can I tell you how hard this is to accomplish? Good gracious, it's hard. It's like trying to comb out hair on an alligator (if they had hair). Trying to get the two pig tails even and centered is almost impossible with a child who is writhing on the floor and attempting pirouettes when forced to stand. And still, somehow I manage to get the hair up. But you know what happens? Invariably, Claire will tire of the pig tails mid-way through the day's events. So she pulls them out (usually when I am nowhere near a comb or extra hair accessories for repair purposes) and ends up looking like this.

Lovely.

And then there is the nightly Farrah Fawcett doo.

This style usually follows a 30 minute wrestle session with Daddy.

Oh so many phases of hair. If only I knew which phase I'd be faced with from day to day I could prepare myself. But alas, I cannot. I am really looking forward to the day when all her locks are long enough to accomplish the basic pony tail. Oh won't that day be nice?

Her hair does cause me headaches from time to time, but whether with hair perfectly groomed, or styled in wolverine fashion, she is beautiful and we are blessed to have her. Down to the very last strand!