No, it's not Crazy Hair Day. This is Zoe Bug in the morning.
As I was wrestling the turkey into the oven this morning, Zoe came in with this sad face, the comb and the squirt bottle, and she wanted me to comb her hair. Right now.
Every time I see this, my heart drops because I know it means 20 more minutes of my life will be spent untangling this mess of a tumbleweed on top of her head.
Her hair gets like this because she rocks at night to soothe herself. Usually it's when she's having a bad dream or she just wakes up and can't get back to sleep.
It started when she was ten months old and I don't know how to stop it.
If nothing else, it's fun to watch. She looks like a jockey on her horse, on all fours with the top of her head rubbing back and forth against the mattress.
Hence the Bed Head.
It's a good thing I got most of my cooking done yesterday.
I'm happy to report that my Mama Llama arrived safely yesterday afternoon, and all is well in the Scott household.
We wish you all a very Happy Thanksgiving!