Now that the girls have got some serious hair on their heads -- well, Elsa does, anyway -- we're faced with what to do about it: long, luscious locks or pert, sassy bobs? Clips and elastics or wild style? Naturally luminous color or playful highlights and sultry lowlights? (Just kidding!)
Elsa's got significantly more hair at this point, and I've pretty much decided (me being self-appointed style consultant for my daughters, God help them) that we're going to grow Elsa's bangs out. She appears to have inherited my hair, which is thick and grows fast, as well as my somewhat low forehead, so I'm thinking this is the right look for her. And more importantly, easier for us to manage. She's getting better at actually keeping barettes in her hair when we put them in, instead of immediately pulling them out. The trick is not to make a big deal of it. So, please, if you ever see Elsa in person, don't say "Oooh! Look at your pretty barette!" because she'll remember it's there and take it out. Just be cool. Be like "hey, nice shizz." Or whatever.
Really, you think it looks good?
OK, I'm convinced -- I love this look!
Clio's hair is finer (like her Dad's) and doesn't seem to be coming in as quickly or growing as fast, especially on top. She's got a bit of a mullet going on, which I plan to remedy soon. But we think she can really rock the bangs look, so we're gonna go with that. Also, she has no patience for barettes. More specifically, she likes having a barette put in -- whenever Elsa's got one, she has to have one, too -- but she immediately takes it out, then hands it to me to put back in again. I'll do this about three times before we say "bye bye" to the barette. And then I just have to hope she won't go and pull Elsa's barette out.
I've got to get this thing off my head...
Do it again, mom!
Elsa, who increasingly seems to think of Clio as her own life-sized doll, also thinks it's fun to attempt to style Clio's hair. Clio isn't so into it. (There was crying shortly after this picture was taken.)
Oh, and if you're salivating over Clio's adorable corduroy overalls, I'm sorry to say that this fashion statement can no longer be made. This outfit also came from my mother's attic stash; my little brother wore them, circa 1978 (with a bowl cut, natch).
