Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Parenting, Swiss Miss Style
Ellie finally let me braid her hair. Quite a milestone.
She has been generally opposed to hair-styling (and by styling I pretty much mean brushing) of any kind. After I finish brushing her hair, she moves her palms slowly and lightly over her entire scalp, like little metal detectors, trying to locate any barrettes or rubber bands I may have left behind. If she happens to leave her hair alone in the morning, I can be guaranteed she will undo all of my efforts as soon as her hiney hits a car seat. She is a dyed-in-the-wool hair twirler, especially when sleepy. The back seat of our car is littered with tiny, discarded hair accessories.
But now, her patience seems to be expanding in some (i.e. very limited) areas and, lo, there are braids. And they are shiny and streaked with baby blond, curling up sweetly at the ends, and they smell like green apple. She looks like a bona fide little girl, so heart-breakingly big. And it is everything I can do to keep from snatching her up, swallowing her whole, and holding her inside me so that she doesn't get any bigger.
What? She smells like apple, okay?