In a matter of days, I will be taking Henry to an overnight hockey tournament and Gordy will be staying home with the girls. The reason that Gordy is not taking Henry himself is that the same night that Henry and I will be munching on room-service and checking for bedbugs in the hotel, Gordy, Josie and Georgia will be boogying their hearts out at our town's annual Daddy / Daughter Dance.
Gordy will be feeding the girls (no problem), helping them to put on their fancy dresses (no problem) and making sure that their hair is presentable (serious problem bordering on the catastrophic).
I do not want to see photos of my girls wearing their Christmas dresses and party shoes along with hair styles that look like they got their fingers stuck in an electrical outlet.
To prevent my children looking like Frankenstein's flower girls, for the past few days, I've been conducting hair-styling classes for Gordy. Saturday was his first practical lesson -- we called it Hairstyling 101: Giving Georgia Ponytails Before Soccer Practice:
Uneven, but not bad for a first attempt.
On Monday, Georgia's scalp had stopped hurting enough that she felt ready to allow him to try again. This time, we chose the less complex Side Ponies. Gordy began by combing out Georgia's hair.
Then he parted her hair, which looked more like stabbing her head with a comb than it did separating her hair into two sections.
And then he began to create the pony tail using an elastic band.
This obviously hurt a lot.
The end results were perhaps higher ponies than Georgia prefers (the higher the pony, the younger the child), but at least they were even and relatively smooth.
Next it was Josie's turn.
The combing did not go as smoothly with Josie.
There were tears and we almost gave up ...
But Josie was brave and soon she had her own set of bouncy pony tails.
We still have to attempt the more difficult Braids and Barrettes, but at least he has mastered a few skills. If nothing else, he can now comb and that is a huge victory. Trust me.