There has never been a day in her life that she has not had frizzlies surrounding her face. Try as I have to tame them, brush them, or pin them back, those little hairs manage to squirm free every time.
I can tell how much fun she’s had during the day by the state of those frizzlies. More frizzlies = more fun.
I’ve quit trying to manage them. I just brush her hair once in the morning and then let them do their thing. It’s funny. Now that I’ve finally given up the fight with the frizzlies and accepted defeat, I’ve found that I actually love the way they surround her face and soften her hair line.
Sure, some days she looks like she’s been zapped by lightening at the end of the day, but she wouldn’t be my girl without them.