I learned how to french braid! I haven't really felt like a mom for the past 3 1/2 years because I didn't know how to french braid my darling daughter's hair.
I finally learned. You don't want to know how the first attempts went. You could barely call them french braids. Those do's resembled more of a finger in a light socket idea with a hint of braiding.
Yesterday morning I sat the girl on the counter, told her to sit still (that lasted about 32 seconds), and patiently (you have no idea how I do not posses that particular virtue) french braided her hair.
It took about 20 minutes. Leah was not happy about it and kept insisting that Lisa (my highly hair-talented sister) do it. But I'm pleased with the outcome. I did have to keep telling myself that I didn't need it done in 1 1/2 minutes. I also kept reminding myself to add hair at the appropriate time to the appropriate pieces. And most importantly, I told my self over and over that THE FRENCH BRAID WILL NOT DEFEAT ME!
And it didn't.
Now I just need to learn how to hide the rest of the tail of the braid so I can have an appropriately Lauren Conrad look. Of course I'd also need Leah to grown about 3 more pounds of hair.
I can officially conquer the world.