In the nearly four years since I’ve had children, I have successfully changed diapers, bathed, dressed, fed, emotionally nurtured, taught, and disciplined our kids. But one thing has been beyond my skill set: doing hair. And this is especially problematic since I have all daughters.
And it’s not for lack of trying. I can brush tangles out with minimal tears and somewhat competently insert barrettes. I just simply have not been able to get my man-hands to manipulate those tiny elastic bands. Seriously, when they are the size of the kind used in braces, can you expect much more?
That is, until three weeks ago. While Mommy and M were in the hospital (and Nana hadn’t yet arrived), I needed to get the girls to look presentable. Their hair is now too long for barrettes alone to do the job (well). This meant I had to do what was previously impossible: master the art of the ponytail. Thankfully, Rebecca had added normal-sized bands to the repertoire which were suitable for my big daddy fingers. This shot was taken a few days ago – I think I’ve gotten pretty good in just a few short weeks!
Next up – pigtails and french braids!
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