No matter how silly the wisps looked, it was painful for me to trim them. Leighton didn't have much hair to speak of until she was more than one year-old, so the thought of trimming Little Sis's locks at six months seemed absurd.
I'm glad I did it. She looks lovely - slightly more mature than I'd like - but Gerbery and downy as a baby should be.
And, Leighton feels that because Mairin is old enough for haircuts, she may also be keen on playing dress up, sporting costumes and any accessories part and parcel to a trip to fantasy land.
However, it should be noted that Mairin only gets to play with the things Leighton ignores or decidedly does not care for.
Take wigs for example. We know Lei is not a huge fan of the tickly factor inherent in wig wearing. It's a good thing Mairin doesn't mind one little bit.
I was laughing so hard, I could barely take this picture. She looks like one of those dolls that grown women dress and bathe and shop for and pretend to feed and take to the store in a buggy. A baby should not have this much hair.
I smiled and congratulated Mairin on her indoctrination into dress play and told her she looked just like baby Rapunzel.
The second that compliment left my lips, Leighton tugged the wig right off of her sister's head and knocked her over.
Lei didn't want to wear the wig, but she didn't want Mairin to have it anymore either. So, she stuffed it in the couch cushions while she sat through her time out.
It seems that Mairin has subconsciously spent the first six months of her life inventorying all things her sister doesn't like or won't do and pledging to like and do every last one of those things.
Brilliant. This little game will certainly become even more interesting, entertaining and heartbreaking over the years. By the time Mairin starts walking and talking Leighton will have met her match.