I have a couple of cute pictures when she was younger of her hair in little tiny bows or cute little spouts that were snapped quickly before she jerked the clips or bows right out of her head.
I finally had enough of the battle and took her to get bangs cut into her little baby hair. Big. Mistake.
The bangs on her giant round head made her resemble something close to a smiling pumpkin or perhaps a giggling basket ball. I would post some pictures but I'm too lazy to dig out the albums so you are just going to have to trust me on this. Bangs were not a flattering look for my little princess.
Even as she has matured, the horrible bangs have grown out and her hair has gotten longer, she still doesn't want anything in her hair. And quite honestly, that's fine with me on most days. She's a bit of a princess- tomboy anyway her unkempt hair and her pink dresses work for her.
A couple of days ago, she told me she wanted to wear braids the next day. And I told her she was going to have to get up and get dressed quickly if she wanted me to try to put braids in. I am horrible with hair - hers and mine and the last thing I needed was the extra pressure of trying to get braids in without missing the bus.
Finally this morning, she hopped out of bed with a cheerful disposition, quickly ate her breakfast and dressed and declared, "I'm ready for my braids!"
So, I gave it my best shot. She was moving around like crazy, my hands aren't very nimble any more (not sure if it's my age, my MS, or too much coffee!)
It turned out o.k., I suppose. If nothing else, she would make a great Pippi Longstocking for Halloween!