I spent the better part of the weekend searching for an answer to a question in the trivia contest. Every free moment I could manage to steal. I stayed up till the wee hours googling, asking, and binging till my fingers cramped. I mumbled. I grumbled. I cursed a bit. Okay, a lot. And I got squat.
The deadline for posting an answer is roughly an hour from now. I couldn't bear the thought of dealing with it for one more second. I took a wild guess five minutes ago. Seriously. Not based on a single ounce of research whatsoever. The question required you to put four things in order and I did. My order. Made up in my head. Who knows? Maybe my gut intuition on random letters will be correct. Most likely not. Ah, screw it.
Punky saved my sanity this weekend. She provided some much needed hugs and tons of comic relief. All her new words and constant chatter have opened a whole new can of funny in this house. Her dad worked all weekend so, in the spirit of quality girl time, I attempted something I never tried before: pigtails. And I discovered I suck at more than just stupid trivia contests.
The first year of her life, Punky was bald. Okay, not totally bald...more like peach-fuzzy. Her hair finally started really growing this spring. It's still not long by any means; we're still months away from that first haircut. But it's finally long enough to give her those adorable little girl pigtails on the top of her head.
She was a real trooper. She sat still and played with a toy while I combed and parted, this way and that way, trying to get it just right. I had one side perfect...then realized I never took the packaging off the pack of elastic band thingys. Of course, I couldn't get it one-handed so I had to let go of the pigtail and start all over again. I finally managed to make two little pigtails and I stepped back to admire my work and her absolute adorableness...
Damn. I need a lesson in pigtails 101. They weren't remotely close to even. One had more hair than the other. One jutted out to the side; the other stuck straight up towards the back of her head. I seriously think she may have done a better job if she tried it herself. She was still adorable, of course, but I just couldn't bring myself to take that "first pigtail" picture. I need more practice. Eventually I'll take a "first pigtail that Mommy didn't screw up" picture.
So far Punky likes pink. And purple. And shoes. And dresses. And brightly colored socks. And admiring herself in the mirror. I think she's on her way to becoming a girly-girl and I could be in trouble. My tomboy roots haven't prepared me for such a child.
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