She has let me start putting her hair up, which for a mother of two boys is like learning to do sign language in Chinese. As I have no one close by to go to, pleading my ignorance and fear, I have taught myself a few tricks to the clips and pony tails. I haven't been brave enough to try a ribbon yet, and her hair isn't thick enough for a clip with a bow attached.
Her wanting to be like Mama is a big help, because I show her my pony tail. I am also exceptionally thankful that she didn't get my very tender scalp. I can hardly stand to get my hair washed at the haircut place because it hurts to have my head scrubbed. Boudreaux is the same way. I would never let someone yank around on my hair like she does. I try to be as tender as possible, and she is a perfect, patient little angel. Of course, then she sits on Boudreaux's face and farts on purpose, laughing hysterically because she knows exactly what she is doing. At least she looks precious doing it.
The new hair-do thing suddenly makes Magoo look very grown up.
It's enough to turn her father and me into blithering wussies.
1 comment:
She is growing so fast! What a pretty little girl. Love the fart thing! Sounds like something me and my brother used to do! LOL!
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