As I’ve mentioned before, my daughter has a lot of hair. So much hair that even at the tender age of six months, her hair must be contained at all times by a headband, else it falls in her eyes and hilarity definitely does not ensue. I don’t know if it is because I am used to taking care of longer hair, but I seem to be pretty good at wrangling my daughter’s unruly locks. When I am done with her, she looks somewhat like this:

Well, she doesn’t look exactly like Rachel McAdams, but her headband is appropriately placed, her hair is smooth, and she is happy.

My poor husband has yet to master the intricacies of the wh0le headband thing, and the other day when I came home from the grocery store, my poor daughter no longer looked like Ms. McAdams, but instead…

more like this. 

Perhaps one day he’ll get it down, but I have the feeling it will be longer than the wait for Magnum.

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