Emery’s hair is at that lovely “baby mullet” stage. The hair on top isn’t long enough to stay tucked behind her ear, but just long enough that it keeps falling into her face. I don’t want to cut it because it takes FOREVER to grow. She looks adorable with a little barrette holding that hair out of her eyes, and a headband is cute as well. She thinks those styles look pretty cute too, because she gets a huge grin when I do her hair and then she sees herself in the mirror. But about 10 seconds later, she pulls them right out.
There was one hairstyle I hadn’t tried, but it was the one that I promised I would NEVER inflict upon my girls—the sprout. I made good on that promise with my first two girls, but I was so sick of seeing the “ragamuffin” look that on Saturday, I decided to cave.
And whadda ya know—she actually tolerates it! I do have to admit that for as much as I thought I hated this hairstyle, I can’t get enough of it now! She’s been wearing a little pony on the top of her head for the last three days now and hasn’t tried to pull it out yet. Weird—you’d think it would be more annoying than a tiny little barrette!
Saturday was GORGEOUS. (Okay, well it was gorgeous in the morning, then it poured rain, and then it was nice again.) We took the opportunity to get in a little yard work. . .
. . .before we got in some playtime.