Normally I pride myself on doing pretty things in my girls' hair. Clips strategically placed, pretty pony-tails, or my most recently conquered hairstyle: the french braid. So when Joelle tries to do one of her own unique creations, it's hard for me to just sit back and let her sail out of the house -- but I usually do it (except for rare ocasions).
Thankfully though, this has been happening less and less often lately and I have the almost daily privilege of styling her gorgeous hair the way I want to do it.
But yesterday morning while I was hurriedly getting the girls ready so I could leave the house at 7:30 to get to work, things didn't entirely go as planned.
I was doing 2 french braids in Joelle's hair -- one side was already done (this picture was taken at the end of the day which is why it looks a little sloppy), and I was halfway done the second side when suddenly I heard Malia's panicked cries for assistance in the bathroom.
So I quickly grabbed the ponytail holder and put it into place so as not to lose the progress I had already made with my last few precious moments before having to head out the door, and I ran to the bathroom to help Malia.
By the time I got back to my unfinished hairstyle, Joelle had made up her mind that she wanted it left just the way it was.
Yup -- that's right. She wanted one full french braid, and one half french braid.
Sure, I tried to convince her otherwise. I tried to tell her that it woud look so much prettier if she let me make them match. But she was not in the least bit interested. She thought it was perfect the way it was.
I could've forced her into letting me fix it to my preferred style -- but not only were we now running out of time -- but I also decided to just let this one slide.
I had to stop and think about it: was it really worth spurring the temper tantrum that would be sure to follow? Afterall, it's only hair. Besides, she was just going to spend the day at my parents' place and then come straight back home. Who, other than my parents, would even see her?
The way I see it is that sometimes you just gotta pick your battles!
Proud of her hairstyle, she happily pranced out the door with me and Malia to debut "the half-and-half."
(It's a good thing my mom didn't end up deciding to take the girls out grocery shopping or something in the morning. And it's an even better thing that while out on this non-existant grocery trip they didn't run into someone that we know...oh wait a minute! That's e-x-a-c-t-l-y what ended up happening!!)
On a brighter note -- and speaking about french braids -- I have started to also put these pretty little braids in Malia's hair. It's harder to do since it's shorter and much thinner. But she kept asking for them, so finally I decided to give it a whirl and it turned out much better than I thought it would with her hair.
Doesn't she look so cute in them? Or should I say doesn't the back of her head look so cute in them?