Apparently one of the talents I should have acquired instead of working on my totally unused Library Science degree is "Turning ultra-fine, breakable and uneven hair into fabulous hairstyles." This is not something I am good at. Poor Kenzie and Hannah will have to suffer the indignities of uneven parts and bows that sometimes look like tumors growing out of their heads until I learn.
Here is our first attempt at french braids. They worked out beautifully--for about 5 minutes. Then they self-destructed into crazy-girl hair. I often think that Kenzie's hair at the end of the day reflects how I feel inwardly---Frazzled, out-of-control, and crazy.
At least there is one small moment where everything is put together and lovely. So, I am determined to learn the secrets of fabulous little girl hair, because I remember what a difference it made to me when my mom would come home from work to do my hair for me. I always felt pretty, or at least presentable, when she did my hair (which was everyday up until like eighth/ninth grade at a great sacrifice to her) .
My friend, Kathryn, put together some great links for little girl hair--and they have some great (and impossibly difficult looking) ideas. Now, I'm not saying that I am going to be supermom hairstyler, but at least I will attempt it. Sometimes. When I have extra stores of patience. And Kenzie does too.