Last night I braided Nora’s hair for the first time. And not just any braid. A French braid. People without toddlers, this is like screaming “wanna go outside!” in an annoying high-pitched voice and then trying to clasp a leash on a Golden Retriever’s collar.
But we did it. Sometimes going a little bat shit crazy is what it takes to get a whole lot of preciousness out of your child. Because now she can’t stop looking in the mirror and smiling.
And neither can I.
You are so amazing!
Can you please teach me how to do that? I missed the french braiding part of elem school.
Maybe I need to get that giant Barbie head to practice, to save my sanity.
Rachel
I see a French braiding party in our future!
Hahahaha…nice comparison. Sign me up for the next lesson.