Showing posts with label hair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hair. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Static cling strikes daily.

I am married to a man with perfect hair. Seriously, perfect. It is jet black, thick, shiny, and straight as a board. Such a waste on a man.

I was born with the Burton gene. I have it, my brother has it, my mother has it. Without fail, we all wake up looking like we have wrestled with giant elephants or something strange like that.

It appears that Gia has it too. And our couch is that microfiber material (which is amazing...a little water and a wash cloth any child happening comes right up) and now she has the static cling monster to deal with.





Lucky for her, her mother is a child of the Flat Iron generation. Hopefully she will escape the awful days of humidity on the bus with the crazy Burton hair.
If you have a picture of me in all of my hair glory during Junior High and you want to give me a present...get rid of it. Just get rid of it.
But like my mother, I truly think Gia is the most beautiful creature and has the most amazing hair. A mother's love. There is nothing else like it!

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Crazy hair. Bless her heart.

Gia has come by the crazy gene very honestly. As I was editing pictures from this glorious holiday season, it was quite obvious. Here are a few examples...




Not to mention that we spent our holiday season with Wendy, Amy, Jenna and Kate...whom all have PERFECT hair...NO MATTER WHAT. Oh well, Miss G. Mimi and I were right there with you....and it was not nearly as cute. Love you!