Today Ava Had a Bad Hair Day

Not every post has to be sentimental, right? 

Did I rub a balloon on her head? No.

I can see your cheeks getting rosy already as you are reading this (a few years from now). Your hair is outrageous kiddo! We're quite possibly raising the female Albert Einstein, minus the mustache of course. 

Born with jet black hair, your mop has become quite fair over the past nine months. The doctor thought you might lost all by the time you were six months old, but in true stubborn-Waechter fashion you held on to it. With the exception of a bald spot where you would lay and sleep early on, it remained. 

Now, it's at a length where it will only lay down if your in the bath. 

We try to contain it, constantly brushing yor head or rubbing your dome with our hands to try and lay it down. We've moved on from the denial that it is looking the way it does, to acceptance. It's part of who you are now and I get a kick out of it.

Your mane is at its peak when you first wake up in the morning or immediately following a nap. Bed head? Nah, your head.