Sunday, August 3, 2008
Hair
What is it about my hair? Or, actually, anyone's hair? When it's time to go to sleep, Marea absolutely must have some hair to rub. I try not to be annoyed as my hair gets twisted, pulled and tangled into an obnoxious mess, but sometimes I just can't help it. And now i'm noticing that I have a lot of broken hair and i'm sure that it's because of Marea's dirty habit. Baby girl, I love you more than anything in the world, but WHY the hair fetish? After she goes to sleep, she often tugs and rubs her own hair. I hope that as her hair gets longer, she relies more on her own hair for soothing. Otherwise we may be getting her a wig real soon.
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