Kelsey flew to Dallas yesterday so she could speak there this morning, taking Jackson as her traveling companion / security guard. I stayed home with Grayson, Zion and Zoe to play Mr. Mom.
I've done this before. It's not brain surgery. Last night for dinner, rather than the typical Mr. Mom mac and cheese, I served grilled salmon, veggies and salad. The boys ate it like there was no tomorrow, and a good thing too...because my attempt at homemade pancakes this morning was nothing less than abysmal. They quickly pronounced them to be "a little like quesadillas!", with apologies to our friends south of the border...
So I managed feeding everyone, but it was during getting ready for church that I hit a wall - what to do with Zoe's hair. We love Zoe's hair, but it does things that defy gravity. Some times we affectionately refer to it as the Zo-Fro. See below for an approximation of what I had to work with.
Understand that I am at a distinct disadvantage on at least three fronts.
1) I'm disadvantaged because of time lapse. I'm out of practice on hair. It's been over seven years since I razored my head, and some things are NOT just like a bicycle, if you get my drift.
2) I'm disadvantaged because of gender. I can do 3 boys - just comb it down in front. But this is a girl, and girls dictate a bit more flair.
3) I'm disadvantaged because of race. I had white guy hair, back when I had hair. Now I'm looking at this gorgeous head of afro-latino mix going "uh.....".
After trying to insert a number of hair bows and clips, I finally gave up and went with the ol' standard, the headband. If you were in church, you can testify, she didn't look TOO bad, but if anything, I learned that I've got to figure this out. Poor kid can't wear a headband the rest of her life.