Pretty In Pigtails

I am good with hair.  I can french braid, fish bone and plait with the best of 'em.  I guess I learned by experience, as I've had every hair do known to man.  Heidi braids?  Check.  Princess Leia buns?  Check.  A french braid that disappears under itself?  Check.  God bless my Mom, who has spent at least three years of her life combing, braiding, rolling and putting elastics in my hair.   Hair that grows fast and thick.  Hair that used to be long enough for me to almost sit on.  Yep, I'm used to lots of hair.  And I've been patiently waiting for the day when my little girl's hair finally got thick enough and long enough to start doing the same.  I started with basic hair bows, but those were (and still are) a big no-go.  She pulls them out as soon as they're in.  Now that her bangs are starting to get in her eyes, it was time to try something else.  

Yesterday I broke out the ouchless elastics that I've had for way too many months to admit to here.  I figured we could try some simple pig tails.  Addison figured differently.  We had tears at first.  Which I really can't fault her for I guess.  It's been two years of no one messing with her hair.  And it probably was a little frightening, that feeling of someone tugging on your hair from behind.

  

 But I worked as quickly as I could and when she saw herself she brightened up.  She kept them in for about a half hour before they started coming loose.  Which wasn't really even her fault.  Her hair is thin, and I was so grateful to have gotten in two twists that I stopped there for fear of really pulling and making a difficult situation even worse.  Just imagine trying to tie shoes on a squirrel. That's about what it was like.

But even forest animals in shoes can't hold a candle to the cuteness of these lopsided, thin little pig tails on my precious little girl.  And today, we rocked a top-tail for the afternoon.  So perhaps we're onto something!