When I was pregnant with my sweet baby girl, I prayed that her hair would be a specific color, and totally gorgeous.
Thank you Lord, for answered prayer.
Unfortunately, I didn’t specify whether I wanted it thick or thin.
She got the thin variety, and while it is soft as silk, it is straight as a board.
When she was about 3 I began doing the sponge curler thing.
She hated it.
The sponge curlers produced great results, for all of 3 hours.
Then, because her hair was so soft, so baby fine, and so long, it would begin to straighten. And by the end of the day, you couldn’t tell that I had spent almost an hour the night before rolling it in sponge curlers, telling her to sit still, almost finished baby, turn your head this way, no sweetie~~ya gotta sit still so mommy can finish.
I gave up.
Till last week.
Last week the girl brought down the big sponge curlers and with her brownish-green eyes all sad, she begged me to ‘do her hair’.
What is a mother to do when those eyes are all sad and pleading?
I cautioned her that it most likely would all fall out.
And I thought I’d photograph the evidence, because I just knew that the Internet would want to see pictures of my girls curls.
If you are not remotely interested in curls and the falling out, thereof, ya just might want to move on. Find something else to do. Eat some chocolate. Text someone. Or bake a cake. Mop a floor. Do some laundry, or clean out your fridge.
If you are just killing time, then this is your blog.
Here is her hair right out of the curls, finger combed and kinky.
She is not pleased with the kink, do not let that smile fool you for one minute.
After about 3 hours, gravity has begun to do its thing.
See…see…look at those eyes.
I just can’t say no.
Around 4, it still had some curl.
We were amazed, and now she wants me to do it all. the. time.
If only she would sit still.