Friday, March 26, 2010

the taming of the do

So, how does one tame a toddler's wild hair? I'm all out of ideas, here. She usually wakes up with the wildest hair-do's, even when I've given her a bath, brushed her hair, and then let it dry before putting her down for bed. I usually stick a bow in it to make it look like I tried. I think she has her daddy's hair. Any help?

In other news, we also have a climber on our hands. She puts something on the floor, climbs on top of it, and then stands-books, boxes, stuffed animals, toy buckets, table toy systems, and even poor Georgia. I turned my back the other day, turned around, and she was standing up on top of her toy box picking out CD's from the wall (by the way, she liked The Rat Pack Christmas Album, apparently). Yikes!

This is where I found her this morning. She's like, "What? Am I not supposed to be in here? Well, then, help me out already." Good grief. I really have to watch her. The other day at Gymboree, all she wanted to do was climb up the steps and stand on top of the platform. Napoleon complex maybe? Let's see, what can she do with this talent? Surf, become a circus elephant, perform on stage at American Idol, teach English like Mr. Keating from Dead Poet's Society, and stand on the garbage when it gets too full...

Anyway, today is a good hair day. AND a good day for cheerios and bananas.

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