This Little Piggie...

My Dear Daughter has never had much hair. It's also blonde, and not curly. For those that don't know what Husband and I look like, we both have thick dark brown (nearly black) hair, and mine is, by some freak of nature by God's sovereign design, curly. Following Dear Son's birth, both my obstetrician and her nurse commented (each in absence of the other) that Daughter "just doesn't look a thing like you, does she?" They are right. She doesn't. We would all wonder if I'd been hanging out with the mailman on the side if it weren't for the fact that during the first year and half of Daughter's life even total strangers told us she looked just like her daddy (otherwise known as my husband). That, and the fact that our "mailman" is actually a "mailwoman."

At any rate, Daughter is now pushing four years of age, and I've never yet been able to use hair accessories successfully in her hair. She didn't even need her first haircut until she was nearly 26 months old. She now has kind of scraggly hair that is rather thin and isn't curly, but isn't completely straight either. I can't ever figure out what to do with it and how to let it grow while still keeping it out of her eyes. Until this morning--when I discovered that Daughter has now arrived at a stage in which she can wear pigtails! I'm puzzled as to why I did not realize this sooner. Now, as we enter into the warm muggy months, if only I could figure out my own hair nightmares. I'm on the verge of pulling a Susan Powter, "Stop the insanity!" if only it would...er, stop the insanity.