November 16, 2008We've never cut E's hair. She was so deliciously bald for so long, this is all the hair she's ever had. As a person with the stickest-straightest hair conceivable I am addicted to playing with her hair-end curls.
As an infant her peach fuzz forecast a head of wavy hair. Every centimeter or so across the landscape of her still-solidifying skull the sprouts angled in a different direction. It's taken so long for those sprouts to turn into a full coif, though, and it's a sassy, squiggly non-conforming one.
I'm magnetically drawn to her curls but E usually aggressively shrugs my hands away. Sometimes, though, on Sundays when we're playing quietly while her younger sister takes her morning nap I'll pull out the laptop and E will watch videos of nursery rhymes on YouTube, and she'll sit on my lap and I can play with her curls forever.
