Crazy Hair Day

This morning H tells me "Mom, it's Crazy Hair Day." I just love when she springs things on me the morning of a special event. Here's what we came up with on short notice. I had to get ready for work too.

N...with his faux-hawk:

Then for H -- she wanted her growing out bangs to be in a pony tail. Problem was she did a face-plant yesterday on the playground and had big scrapes so she needed Neosporin on them to keep them moist. Didn't want the hair sticking to them. So...we braided it and put it in a loop. Did the same thing with the hair in back. 

You can see her scrapes here. Last night she looked in the mirror and said sadly, "This is the ugliest I have ever looked in my entire life." Diva. 

Oh Donald...

N...oh my boy...he just commented on the photos of H. He said, "H is a quail!!!" I actually had to snort. I couldn't stop it. He's right. She looks like a quail. :)