It's Not My Fault

My last post about motherhood was truly from my heart, so I didn't want to ruin it by trying to make excuses for my daughter's hair.

I can't just let it go, however. It was really windy on the day those photos were taken. Plus, her hair is at an extremely awkward stage. Not to mention that I completely ruined all chances of her leaving in any pigtails, bows, or barrettes because I didn't slap an enormous bow and band on her little noggin the moment the umbilical cord was severed.

Now, I find myself over-analyzing the hair of any toddler girl. A head covered in long, thick, flowing locks is a rarity. Whether the hair is carefully pulled in pigtails or left unattended, the final result is the same. They all have weird hair.

A normal person doesn't even dwell on the state of a baby's hair, so I shouldn't either. I've decided it's not really worth the fight or worry, so I'll continue to let her sport the baby mullet. When it comes down to it, this really is the only time of life that it's even remotely cool.