Sometimes I think I’m having a super mom-win morning, where my 3 year old asks me to braid her hair, every one eats their breakfasts, and to get woke up, we are woken gently by toddler snuggles and no whining.
This is the kind of glorious morning I had. This is what happened before my coffee even had a chance to turn cold. This is the happy place I was in when my three-year-old-Olympic-knot-tier-er asked if she could PLEASE braid my hair too? And where is the ribbon mommy? It needs some ribbon!
So I let her braid my hair. I mean, I have been waiting for the sweet spot of my daughter wanting to do my hair for almost 4 years and I thought today might finally be it! Brushing, stroking – all of the gloriousness that is having one’s hair played with.
I put pigtails in it so the ribbon would have something to hold to. I mean, she’s 3.
The braiding and the knotting were making her happy. I can’t say it was the luxurious spa experience I had been hoping for all these years, but it was progress.
A half hour later I insisted we move the shindig outside to get out there before it got to be melting hot. She trailed me with the ribbon in hand, like my head was on a leash.
She kept turning and twisting and flipping and flopping for about another hour. I probably should have stopped it before that but I couldn’t see it. I could only feel the slight pulls and discomforts that are associated with a toddler hair dresser.
It was also further back on my head than I could see with a picture – or at least see well.
After my son got himself tangled in my tail and jerked my head back, I thought it might be time to be all done with this salon experience.
After mommy started to melt in the heat since I couldn’t put my own hair up, I called it to come inside for a little bit.
When I came inside my hair was messier than I thought and much harder to detangle. I had to be careful not to cut my hair or risk a serious #mohfail less than 3 weeks before the wedding.
I carefully pulled out the ribbon and snipped it just so and detangled small chunks at a time until about I could pull and tug and untwist and turn and I think I may have danced to get all the ribbon out.
All the while all I could think was “Man, I so forgot deodorant this morning..I stink!” And I eventually had to take a deodorant break to be able to finish the hair hot mess.
At the end of the day, it’s a happy story. I do not have a bald spot. I do have a headache from the neck yank and the serious pulling in one spot. But there was no loss of hair, no emergency hair cut, although for a while I thought I would either have to call my husband home from work or wait till he got home after kiddo bed time tonight.
I did learn that ribbons and hair don’t mix, especially with our Olympic-knot-tie-er.
Just a totally normal day at my house. I think I need some more coffee.
-Leah
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