Spinning gold from straw...

I have never been one to put things in my daughter's hair until they actually had hair.  It probably comes from working in pediatric genetics for so long.  Our geneticists followed quite a few little girls with brain malformations or other disorders that caused them to have teeny-tiny heads.  Inevitably, these girls would come in with headbands wrapped around their teeny-tiny heads, sprouting some sort of flower or bow that pretty much overwhelmed their small faces.  I just felt like the parents were overcompensating somehow, or possibly even making their conditions worse.  I wanted to scream "take that thing off of that poor child and let her head grow."  Insensitive, perhaps, but I have always called those things "brain-smushers."  I know that I am in the minority on this one though. Every where I go, I see little girls with brain-smushers and the accompanying ginormous flower.  A friend of mine sells about $600 worth of these things a month in a local boutique...but I have never spent a dime on these things.

A is two now, and still lacking in the hair department.  Her sister was the same way, although I think she had a bit more by this age.  A does have a mullet that Billy Ray Cyrus would be jealous of, but there isn't much you can do with a little girl mullet other than trim it and try to get it in line with the rest of her sparse head of hair.  This week, however, A walked up to me with a brush in hand and said "bootiful" after seeing me put her sister's hair up in ponytails.  K  is always "bootiful" after I brush her hair, I guess A wanted me to do the same.  So, out came the teeny-tiny rubber bands, hairspray, shellac...you name it, I used it, and here is the result.

I feel like Rumpelstiltskin...helping A make gold out of straw...not much there to work with, but "bootiful" nonetheless.  Of course, I didn't exact her firstborn child out of the deal...I am praying we won't have to raise our grandchildren.  Of course, as crazy as this little one is, you never know...