Tuesday, November 28, 2006
So you tell me ....
Do you agree with my MIL that this child's hair needs to be "shaped up"?
When Queen's hair was growing out, she had a few little curls here and there, but nothing to write home about. Her real hair defining moment was when she was about nine months old, and she looked like a certain German dictator. Seriously ... her hair was a spitting image of Hitler's. I said if it wasn't in such poor taste, I wanted to glue a tiny little moustache on her...
But I digress. I seem to do that a lot.
When the Door Man was about one year old, his head of gorgeous curls stopped people in their tracks. They LOVED his hair. I LOVED his hair. Then I made the mistake of listening to "other" people (not mentioning who ...) and had the stylist "shape" his hair, i.e. had her totally trim it down. His hair no longer grows in those beautiful curls. It just grows straight now.
So I have been VERY reluctant to get the Monkey's hair "shaped." I know what will happen, and I will not allow it. She was bald up until she turned two years old. Then she started growing this gorgeous, curly hair. And I won't touch it.
Yes, there are days that she resembles this man....
There is one picture in particular from her preschool open house that I love to look at because her hair is SOOO wild.
So this was the basis of a discussion in at least three different conversations I had with my MIL. Well, let's not call them conversations because I wasn't doing much conversing.
"She really could use a professional stylist's help in shaping up that hair."
READ: Stop touching your child's hair with scissors just to take off a certain portion of hair that grows longer than the other.
"Boy.... she really needs a haircut."
READ: You apparently are not listening to my words of wisdom, so I need to repeat myself.
"Are you going to have her hair cut?"
READ: Damnit ... why haven't you made that long distance call home to schedule her appointment.
"I think those curls will bounce back after getting her hair trimmed."
READ: Oh yeah. Now I remember what happened when the Man's hair was cut.
It was SO maddening.
And guess what? The Monkey doesn't have a hair appointment in the foreseeable future.
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
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