French Twist Into Anarchy
My mom spent the day with my children yesterday, and she managed to persuade Tessa that it would be OK to put her hair in a French twist. Because my mom is possibly a witch sorceress. (She does not like the word “witch.”) Seriously, Tessa won’t even let me put her hair in pigtails, but my mom can get her to sit still for a French twist? Try and convince me there’s no magic involved. Grammy also used her sorcery skills to coax BOTH of the children into voluntarily eating VEGETABLES, but that is a tale for another day.
Of course I overreacted to the adorableness of Tessa’s hairdo and begged her to let me take a picture, which is a surefire way of getting a two-year-old to declare that you CANNOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, take her picture.
So I tried to be sneaky and take pictures when she wasn’t looking, which didn’t really go that well:
…because she would NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, let me take pictures of her from the front. And it looked soooooo cute from the front.
But once Gabe noticed the camera, he was more than happy to do a few poses…
…and make some silly faces…
…and then Tess decided to join in after all, and it descended into this:
At least you can kind of see the front of her hairdo in these pictures. I win. The end.
