Three...Please??

I'm not good at hair. When Kathryn received a box full of "pretties" from a dear friend at Christmastime, I took it as a hint that I at least needed to start trying. Since then, we do hair most days, and I'm somewhat improving, but not too much can substitute for a visit from Aunt Faithie, who is better at hair (and shoes) than her sister is.

Still, I must admit I had a proud hair moment this past Sunday, when I offered Kathryn one ponytail or two and she requested three. She held up three little fingers and said please, and I'm a softy when it comes to that kind of thing. I think the three ponytail doo turned out pretty well.

There's a woman at church who likes Kathryn's hair in pigtails, and I've shared with her before that you can tell what kind of morning I've had by how many ponytails Kathryn has in. If her bangs are just in a clip, you should give me a hug immediately. One ponytail should earn me a sympathetic look. Pigtails get two thumbs up. All of this is to say that THREE is a pretty big deal.

For the record, I was sporting my usual hair down, parted on the side look.