Every morning Gavin and I corner the child, interrupting her very important toddler business. One of us (usually Gavin) holds her down while the other (usually me) wrestles with her locks. She then admires herself in the mirror for a few minutes, and sometimes likes what she sees enough to do a little happy wiggle. But even if she doesn't like it, Morgen doesn't really mind. I think it's because she knows that she's only a few hours away from school, where one of her teachers has been improving upon our efforts. Seriously. Every day, Morgen is bound to come back from daycare sporting a superior style. Today, she left the house with something similar to the picture on the left, but she came home with two tiny french braids neatly tucked behind her ears. I have to admit, this rankles a bit, especially since we considered this morning's effort such an improvement over our usual (see below, our version of the Cindy Lou Who "do"). I'm not sure which of Morgen's teachers has been giving her these fancy upgrades, because I've never been there to see it happen, but I have a theory...and I wonder how she gets the kid to sit still long enough to do it? It's yet another reason for the awe I feel when I think about the people who help us raise our daughter.
