Last night, we gave hairstyling a try. M3 has natural hair. That's the way it will be until she is old enough to make a truly informed decision about what she would like to do with her hair. We have taken careful care of her hair--lots of moisture, one non-sulfate shampoo a week, you know the drill.
Her hair has grown a lot since she has been home, but it has never been quite long enough to to do a 'do. I've been checking on a semi-regular basis, though, and much like the ear piercing begging that took place daily until it happened, I had begun to grow weary of the, "Mommy? You make uh my hair pretty when it get big?"
So, I slowly acquired my arsenal of hair styling supplies as suggested in the numerous informative posts at my favorite hair blog. Everything from a rat tail comb to clips to beads to styling cream to non-metal elastics. And, even though I was fairly confident M3 had enough hair to do something, I did not anticipate a couple of things when we began.