Lovie's hair is naturally curly thanks to my natural curl (which didn't surface till puberty hit and then HOLYCRAPCURL happened) and thanks to her daddy's afro ways. I know (from years of
crying over dealing with my hair) a few things about dealing with hair like hers because it's how I had to start dealing with my own hair:
- Limit hair washing to once or twice a week.
- NEVER comb/brush while dry.
- ALWAYS and ONLY ever comb with a wide tooth comb whilst hair is wet with gobs of conditioner.
- Always use a leave in conditioner.
- Try not to ever touch hair once it's "styled".
So this is how I manage Lovie's mop. It works out well because only washing it once or twice a week and not combing it when dry saves us lots of time in the morning. I get her up, spritz her hair with some frizz free tangle tamer product, scrunch a bit, and go. And since I always am answered with "No!" (her favorite word) when I ask if I can put her hair up, it's even easier.
Well, Monday, the day after we washed her hair, she came home with sand in her hair. UGH. Sand. In her hair. In her mop of curls. Tight curls.
DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO GET ITTY BITTY PIECES OF SAND FROM THE SCALP OF A CHILD WHOSE HAIR NATURALLY NESTS ANY AND EVERY LITTLE THING IMAGINABLE BECAUSE THE CURLS JUST TRAP IT ALL THERE?!?
Very hard. Very, very, very hard.
I now hate sand more than I hate glitter. And glitter, prior to this new encounter with sand, used to be referenced as the Devil.
Anyway, after about an hour of running water through her hair while she screamed and cried, "No mama!! NO MAMA!!!!!" (while I flashed back to the movie Mommy Dearest: "No more
wire hangers Sand!!"), after washing and scrubbing and rinsing and fluffing and rinsing some more, I finally got her out of the tub and, while she was glued to the TV, twisted her hair for the first time.
WHY HAVEN'T I DONE THIS SOONER?
Oh, because she hates having her hair/head touched.
So yeah, I twisted little sections of hair, while wet (though next time I need to make sure each section is really wet because by the time I got to the back, it just didn't look as good as the front ones), sent her to bed, and the next day I threw the twists, still in tact (holla!), up in a ponytail. Super cute.
Then last night, before bed, I let the ponytail down and she (her hair) became all Coolio on me,
and for my amusement, I didn't untwist and sent her to bed.
Then this morning, I untwisted, spritzed, and off we went.