Throw in the towel!

I told Big Sis that it was time to wash her hair, and she balked, begging me to let her play first, wash later.  When I insisted on doing things the other way around, Big Sister began her defense.  Now, Big Sister rivals her attorney father in her skill at exploiting loopholes, but this time around she tried a more direct approach.

“Mom, it hurts my bones–I mean it hurts my feelings, when you don’t give up.  Are you going to give up?”

Going for a little old school glamour

I tried pin curls again.  I got one perfect spiral next to my face, and the rest tumbled so haphazardly all over my head that I had to pile them up and pin them down to tame the insanity.  The look seemed a little formal for every day, but I’m excited about the possibilities…