I used to think Megan had a lot of hair. I used to think she would stay still for hours at a time. I used to think I could always do something cute with that head of hair.
I was wrong.
This past Sunday morning I turned my daughter into a pokey-head... or something. It started as something I saw on someone else's blog, and it ended up looking like Medusa's offspring. Unfortunately, since I waited until right before church to get it done, I didn't have time to fix it. (I guess that's what I get for "working" on Sunday!)
Here are some pictures of the ridiculous head of hair that I forced our daughter to wear to church:
I hope Megan looks back at this and laughs, and doesn't get upset with me for taking her out in public like that! Don't be alarmed, though. Don't call the authorities or the hair police. This morning (Monday) I took out those crazy braids. Now she just has the poofs, but it doesn't look near as terrible.
It's all live-and-learn. Now I know NOT to do her hair Sunday mornings, and I know that her hair is too short to do thick braids. Lessons learned.
I'm sure you'll agree, however, that she is ridiculously adorable no matter what her hair looks like.