The madness of Rosie’s hair

Being a curly-girl has given me a certain amount of experience with hair. Especially big hair. Extra-especially because I grew up in the eighties. But I’ve been quite unprepared for the fine, straight locks of our younger daughter.

Let me tell you the story of Rosie’s hair. Each morning, Rosie wakes up with wild hair.

Morning hair.

Then we brush it carefully and put it in a half ponytail — Rosie’s preferred method of keeping the hair out of her soup.

Tidy hair.

Then she does a few headstands…


And ends up with an 18th-century pouf…

In St Louis.

…or something else.

In the living room.

Luckily, Rosie gets bathed and brushed every evening…

After bath.

…but then she sleeps on it …


and repeat.

Bedtime hair.

But I’m not complaining. Messy or tidy, she is cute as a button!

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