Officially...

For years, I tortured my nieces doing their hair.

I had to work very hard to learn to French Braid,

the curling iron was my weapon of choice and

hairspray from heaven.

When I was a nanny in NJ,

I had a blast fixing little Jackie's hair.

When I got married, Wendy was almost 15.

She has so much hair,

even when she was voluntarily allowing me to "do" her hair,

it was so silky it just wouldn't stay.

I love to hate her for that! ;-)

Fast forward through bearing three sons...and I got one!

YAY ME!

Can you see them? I can't believe I'm excited about REAL pigtails!
Makenna loves them!
A comment about the blouse she is wearing...if she sees this while I am folding laundry,
she freaks out until I put it on her.
If she finds it in the dirty laundry, she will carry it around with her.
Did I mention how much she adores dresses and skirts?
And the tutus her sister made for her?
It's official...
I have a
GIRLY GIRL!