A few weeks ago, I decided I wanted to fix Camryn’s hair in two pony tails.
There are a few things you should know about Camryn:
1. She is extremely opinionated.
2. She pretty much hates having her hair fixed or wearing any kind of hair accessory.
3. She is extremely opinionated.
However, on this particular morning, I somehow finagled her into letting me have more than 6.4 seconds to fix her hair. She didn’t even notice what I was doing until it was all said and done. I was so happy–there is just something so classically girly about a toddler with two pig tails, and I totally soak that kind of thing up.
But the very moment she noticed that she had two ponies…
(and I feel like I need to apologize for the quality of these pics…I didn’t have the right lens on my camera and the light in her room is terrible for pictures in the morning. but I just had to capture this moment…)
The weeping and gnashing of teeth continued as she expressed her hatred of her pony tails.
The angst and the torture were written all over her face as she pulled the wretched rubber bands out once and for all.
And finally, she had her way. No ponies, just a clip. Even in her victory, the injustice of the morning’s events burned behind her eyes.
Slowly and surely, she began to walk the long road to healing.
And finally, all is forgiven. Joy abounds.
PS-No toddlers were harmed in the making of today’s post. The above events happened in about 45 seconds or less. No, she’s not dramatic at all. And no, she definitely doesn’t get her flair for dramatic over-reactions from me. Uh, or maybe she does…
PPS-I am almost positive that was the last time Cami has sported two pony tails. She made her point and I’ve relented. Clips or little pony tails with NO bows and the occasional single ponytail or braid are all you’ll see around here these days.
Pony tails or not, I love this girl.