No longer satisfied with my lack of hairstyling ability (or the fact that a comb hasn't touched Peter's head since, oh, birth -- because he doesn't need it!), Peter has recently decided that his food makes an excellent substitute for the styling products I am denying him. Today at lunch, he tried cheese sauce and bananas. You may need to click on the photos to see them big enough to witness what little baby-fine hair he has all styled up like Albert Einstein.
It may come as no surprise to anyone who knows me well that I have discovered letting the food dry in his hair and then combing it out later actually works far better than trying to mop it off in the immediate aftermath of the event. It should not, however, come as a surprise that Peter is attempting to style his own hair. A quick review of the terrible hairdos I have given Charlotte must wait for another time, though.
2 comments:
Ohhhhhhh, Petey.... Why must you insist on living a life of grime? I will say this, though. You look awfully handsome with your sticky-uppy hair and that silly grin. I love you, nephew buddy!!
All of a sudden he looks like he is moving from baby to toddler....loves those blue clothes to make those blue eyes pop! NanaB
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