Shubinesque

Ever wondered what happens when your four year old does your hair? When I was pregnant with Henry last year I spent several months on the couch trying really hard not to vomit, and Kyra decided that good Mommy and Kyra time would involve her sitting on the arm of the couch right by my head and brushing my hair for hours. This was actually quite relaxing, so we both enjoyed it(after I gave my hair a quick brushing beforehand to diminish the “ow” factor of a young hair stylist).

Since Henry was born a year ago, though, I’ve been more in zoom mode and less in lie on the couch mode so Kyra’s hairdoing opportunities have lessened considerably. The other day she asked if she could do my hair, and I had some computer stuff to do so I just laid on the couch with my laptop and let her play all she wanted. Soon she was heading my way with armfuls of hair clippies. Hey, if two clippies are pretty, all the clippies must be ever so much more lovely! And here is my resulting ‘do:

This picture doesn’t get the back which is completely covered in clippes as well. And how many clips, bobby pins, etc. do you think were in my hair? Oh, just fifty-nine. Took me fifteen minutes to take them all out!

Rachel