Shower Day: freshly washed and combed
I've developed an entire routine to keep Yiya's curls looking beautiful.
It takes a lot of attention and moisturizer to keep them tame and coiled, otherwise his hair frizzes into an unsightly and enormous mouse nest. (Stretched out, his hair goes halfway down his back.)
I wash it with conditioner every few days, apply in a leave-in conditioner, then comb through it with a hair creme. On the off days, I spritz it with water with a few drops of beard oil added in. (Thanks Uncle Erik!) The curls tighten right up.
As you can imagine, he detests having his hair combed. It only happens every few days, but we have a routine for that as well: we watch Convos with My 2-Year-Old on YouTube while I comb through it. Otherwise he is completely unmanageable: squawking, crying, fighting, curling up on me. If Convos is on, he is mild and subdued. So much easier.
But the real inspiration for this post ...
This morning the boys are making Lego conservatories for the flies and stink bugs they find around the house. Everyone was gathered around the table building. Yiya was draped in his towel. After getting him dressed, I headed back to the bathroom for the hair creme and a comb. He knew what was happening next.
When I came back into the kitchen, he was nowhere to be seen and sweet little disembodied voice called, "Me hiding!" I looked around for a few seconds, laughing to myself and not seeing him anywhere, then looked under the table; sure enough, the little mister was crouched down and looking sly.
Everything unfurled as usual: Convos, creme, comb. Then I rushed to write this down as soon as I possibly could. The "Me hiding" is just such a perfect example of where he's at right now: his sweet little two and a half year old self.
Also: the picture above. We have local friends who run an online Catholic homeschool curriculum. We posed as models for them last month and this shot came out of it. We were giggling at each other. Isn't he just so sweet?