off to the trailer park we go...

When Olivia was born with hair like this:


I naively envisioned long locks of brown hair falling down her back and thick bouncy pig tails in her near future. Smitten with love for this new little bundle of joy, I neglected to take this into account:


Look closely. Do you see it? She has a clearcut case of "old man hair" - thick around the edges and sparse on top. Maybe I did see it back then, maybe I just didn't want to- I was holding on very tightly to dreams of those dadgum piggy tails.

And now, 19 months later, my sweet little thing is most definetly engaged in the biggest hair-challenged experience of her little life- the mullet. I kid you not. I know she needs a little more length in the back to compete with the mullet enthusiasts of our day, but as a mother, is that something I can allow?


Today I decided something must be done. What can I do for this baby? She will look back and wonder why I never did anything to get her on the fast track to that beautiful hair I so dreamed of. I try, I really do. A headband lasts about 15 seconds before it is ripped off and stuffed in her mouth. A hat is gone before I can place it on her head. She doesn't even have enough hair to make a poof on top. So today, in an attempt to reclaim some of my dreams for this child and her glorious head of hair (or lack thereof), we introduced this new do:


I lovingly refer to this masterpiece as "glorified rat tail". Glorified only because there is a bow involved. It appears we may need to put her little bike up on blocks in the front yard, buy her some tube tops, and change her name to Brandeen.

Seriously. We have a problem.

This little baby finds joy in the most inconvenient ways. She came up to me all smiles patting her head and feeling so proud of this big mess.







I guess at this point you are wondering why I even bother to have Vaseline in my house with all the incidents I seem to have with it. I just like it. Okay? It works better than chapstick and when we get all dry and chappy, I can rub it on our hands and wala- problem solved.

Sara was in her room hiding- she was the little culprit who climbed on the counter and gave it to Livvy. Stinker! In my defense, I really don't just leave Vaseline lying around anymore. I put it up high. I'm still trying to figure out how Sara got onto my counter. Looks like we need to put it behind lock and key.

Things like this always seem to happen at the most inconvenient times. We had a baby sitter arriving in half an hour. I tried to get some of it out with a paper towel but I was pressed for time and I was like "eh, whatever." Third child. I'm not so concerned anymore. The babysitter arrived and just before we walked out the door I realized the baby looked a little freaky- "Oh, about Livvy...".

I don't know what is up with this kid and her head. Sunday morning she found a jar of putty and emptied that all over her head. And let me tell you, that was just darling...

Doing the dip!

This is Livvy doing what she does best- eating! She loves chips and dip. Actually, she loves the dip more than the chips and that is why these containers of dip made their way to the garbage when she was all done. She is so cute and was seriously in dip heaven. It was the dip-lick-dip-lick with lots of "mmmmm" sounds in between. How can you deny a baby that? She was even more than happy to share- she kept offering me some. I tell you what- this child is the whole package- looks, smarts, manners. All she needs to do is grow some hair and we will have it made!

Dipping-


Licking-


Looking lovingly at her chip and saying "mmmmmmmm".