My Rapunzel

Katie was born with a full head of hair that stood straight up; it was a cute little baby mohawk. The hair has continued to grow and grow, and is so long now with her second birthday still a few weeks away. Last night after her bath, and a blow dry, I took a picture so I could remember just how long it is (and so I can pretend this is how nicely kept and combed it looks on a daily basis.)

Here is a side view (kissing her favorite boy):

Adam loves this look: long hair, no-bangs, swept softly to the side.

I wish I could leave it like that. But the reality is this:

In two seconds it is in her face, and her hands are kept busy with unskillfully brushing it away.

And completely unrelated, but aren't kids somehow cuter when they're in their jammies? I want to squeeze them more when they're covered in fuzzy fleece.

Now, pardon me while I look at the beautiful, shiny, brushed hair one more time, and trick my brain into remembering it as an everyday look for Katie.

Brain-washing complete.