A little girl's first pig-tails are a monumental milestone. Those two little ponies celebrate the fact she has enough hair to gather and ushers her into a new world of primping and preparation for going out. I was thrilled with her new look!
She was so cute that I couldn't resist an impromptu photo shoot.
She tried to voice her opinion and I tried, failing miserably, to convince her that she should suffer for the sake of beauty.
Maybe she is a little young to understand that looking good isn't always easy. I'm sure she'll get it when she's 16 months old. For now, does anyone have a suggestion for how you get a baby to leave accessories in her hair? These pig-tails lasted as long as our horrible photo-shoot. As soon as I took out the rubber-bands she instantly stopped crying and I felt like the worst mom in the whole wide world. Throw me in with the Chinese women who forced their babies feet into itty-bitty shoes. At least they didn't take pictures of it and post it on their blog though. I've really stooped low this time.