...let down your hair.

Since the first time we laid eyes on her, Teagan has had a mop of hair that people can't resist commenting on. The doctor's actually gasped during my C-section, which frightened me more than a little. When I popped my head up (the only muscle I could move was my neck...a terrifying feeling) to ask what was wrong, they explained that she was just big. And had A LOT of blonde hair. 

None of the photos we took did her hair justice. It was a beautiful silver, but ended up looking a little grey. (Please ignore my I-just-had-a-baby-and-I'm-still-retaining-water self and focus on her hair.)

My very talented friend makes bows for little girls and gifted me some in nearly every colour imaginable. Sweet, understated little bows that helped me let people know Teagan was a girl while her hair was still coming in. We hardly ever left home without one - and people still thought she was a boy. Yes, she's very manly.

As soon as I could put tiny little pigtails in her hair, I did. And boy, were they cute.

Then, unbeknownst to me, the pigtatils got a little outrageous. Cashiers would comment on how fun they were and her cousins said she had antennae. I was too close to the situation, and it didn't hit me until I went back and looked at photos that yes, they were more than a little intense.

 

 I tried "fringe" (bangs) on her for a while, but for some strange reason it was hard to get her to sit still enough for me to feel comfortable dangling a pair of scissors in her face. Weird, right? They didn't last long. Mostly because I made her look like Lloyd from Dumb & Dumber the first time I cut them straight across. Poor soul.

I'm still waiting for them to grow long enough to tuck behind her ear. In the meantime, I've been trying to pull it back out of her face. She's getting better about sitting still (ahem, Dora and a package of fruit snacks), but neither of us has the patience for me to try anything more complicated than sectioning it off with a few rubber bands. I dream of one day French braiding those platinum locks, but for now we'll settle with it being out of her face.

While the front isn't growing as quickly as I'd like, the back is growing at an entirely different pace. It has a lovely little curl to it when it dries, so when she's in the bath I'm always shocked be how long it's gotten. Our little Rapunzel.