Then, all of a sudden, her hair grew. It grew and it grew and it grew. It grew until it was wild toddler hair. She pulled out all clips, hair elastics, headbands of any sort. Her hair could not be tamed. I became a slacker mom when it came to Andie's hair. Joe would say, "Shouldn't we at least brush it?" I'd shrug my shoulders and say, "Why bother?"
Amy would shake her head at the sight of Andie's unruly mop and admonish me to try harder.
I got her bangs cut in the attempt to keep the hair out of her eyes. It helped...a little.
Last week, we traveled to Seattle to celebrate my great aunt's jubilee. Being a now part-time working woman, I headed over a few days early to see the Gemmers. When Darin heard about my Andie hair issues (I believe my exact words were, "No matter what I do, she pulls her hair out and it's a mess, so why bother?"), he took it as a personal challenge to tame her hair.
So, while I was showering one morning, he sat Andie in front of the TV and a fair bit of crying later, he'd produced the cutest pigtails I'd ever seen.
They stayed in all day, even through nap time.