It's official...we're having another girl. With this third girl, I have finally resigned myself that I am going to be the mother of girls so I'd better get used to big bows and doing hair and all those sorts of "girly" things that seem to confound me.
I am not a "girly" person by nature and so this whole "mother of girls" thing has been especially difficult. It does not help matters that my daughter with the longest hair has the finest hair that won't hold a curl on a bet, has about 40 cowlicks and her hair does not grow in straight. Ponytails and especially pigtails are an exercise in frustration.
I have determined that I will have to get a short haircut just so I won't have to get up at dawn in order to do all the hair that this current brood (and however many other girls) will require.
Brian does not approve of my having short hair. In that case, I have full confidence in his ability to learn how to put pigtails and bows in cow-licky hair.