If you’re a mother of a little girl, one of the biggest ambitions for her on your “can’t-wait-to-see-or-do-list”, might and PROBABLY is: PIGTAILS. Well, if you are anything like me, that is. And that’s saying a lot, because I’m really not very girly at all.

…Of course Ayla was not only born with far LESS hair than Lucien, but every last bit of it fell out… DOH! Setting me back from the world’s most important milestone, which is to spend one-on-one girly-time playing with each other’s hair. NOT NO MOH, however, as her hair has finally reached the length necessary to gather at the sweet crown of her head… and thus, here they are in full glory. Victorious! And I just can’t stop oohing and awing every-time I see her wearing her hair this way, you know, just before she anxiously yanks ‘em out.