Sometimes I look at my kids and have to stop to marvel at how beautiful I find them. I've gone back to my post about Simon turning five about 47 times because those pictures of him make me so so happy. And the girl? My God. I could never get tired of looking at that face.
As the saying goes, there is only one most beautiful baby in the world and every mother has him. Isn't that so perfect? It's exactly right.
The real reason I got my camera out today wasn't to capture beauty as much as it was to document our latest hairstyle, but then we wound up with this:
And this:
And this:
...and her cuteness smacked me right in the face, making me think of the aforementioned saying for the millionth time.
Her hair, on the other hand, isn't at it's finest today. I attempted to do something with it yesterday but her incessant shaking of the head in defiance wasn't conducive to braiding so I surrendered. We tried again this morning and she was slightly more agreeable, but doing more than what we got just wasn't in the cards. I can already tell the front twist is too loose in one spot, but I'm hoping in vain that it will last the week.
I'm also hoping that her blatant intolerance for hair time this week was not a precursor of what's to come over the next couple of years as a toddler. She's going to love sitting there for an hour or more every week to get her hair done, right?
Right. She's going to love it.
You never know how it's going to go, though. Last week she sat long enough for me to accomplish this:
I was happy with how it turned out, but knew better than to try again. There seems to be an art in reading her mood and knowing what is (or isn't) in the cards. Anyway, the next two pictures were taken LITERALLY within seconds of this first picture. I have no idea what spooked her, but whatever it was, she got over it pretty quick. Weirdo :)
So there you have it, two more hairstyles in the bucket. And one more ridiculous blog about how cute a mother thinks her children are. Lucky for me, this is my space and I can brag about them as much as I damn well please :)
As the saying goes, there is only one most beautiful baby in the world and every mother has him. Isn't that so perfect? It's exactly right.
The real reason I got my camera out today wasn't to capture beauty as much as it was to document our latest hairstyle, but then we wound up with this:
And this:
And this:
...and her cuteness smacked me right in the face, making me think of the aforementioned saying for the millionth time.
Her hair, on the other hand, isn't at it's finest today. I attempted to do something with it yesterday but her incessant shaking of the head in defiance wasn't conducive to braiding so I surrendered. We tried again this morning and she was slightly more agreeable, but doing more than what we got just wasn't in the cards. I can already tell the front twist is too loose in one spot, but I'm hoping in vain that it will last the week.
I'm also hoping that her blatant intolerance for hair time this week was not a precursor of what's to come over the next couple of years as a toddler. She's going to love sitting there for an hour or more every week to get her hair done, right?
Right. She's going to love it.
You never know how it's going to go, though. Last week she sat long enough for me to accomplish this:
So there you have it, two more hairstyles in the bucket. And one more ridiculous blog about how cute a mother thinks her children are. Lucky for me, this is my space and I can brag about them as much as I damn well please :)
Love that phrase about most beautiful baby. Your kids sure are lookers. Rr
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