Hair

No matter where the conversation begins, it usually ends with hair.

“Blah blah blah…Iraq?”
“I agree, but blah blah blah…ponytail.”

Yep, that’s pretty much how goes with the Robinson/Hall girls. One can not place too much emphasis on the importance of hair. Want proof? Look at my mom’s arsenal of hair products. And notice all of the round brushes I use to create one hair-do.



They may look similar, but believe me, each one serves an independent and extremely important function.

Perhaps the most damning piece of evidence in our hair obsession case is this:



SIERRA.

I was beloved and special until my sister Sierra spouted her first curl. Then, all of the sudden, I was demoted to house elf. Sierra was the favorite. I would be angry, but who could have bad feelings toward a person whose hair could do this one day:



And this the next:



Oh and this:



Not may people know this about Sierra, but she is paying her way through college by charging people for the opportunity to run their fingers through her hair. I should know. I’ve already forked out a semester worth of groceries so that I could brush her beauteous mane for an hour. Might I add that it was worth every penny.

Now that you understand the importance that a Robinson woman places on hair, visualize the stir Kiana caused when she was born like this:


Bald.

Good thing the Robinson women are crafty. I now have a “hair support” drawer containing everything (short of Rogaine) that a bald little girl could use. Most of the ribbons and hats were supplied or hand made by my dear mother.



This month has been a good one for Kiana’s scalp, though. It began with the growth of one hair (only discernable in the sunlight). But soon other little hairs followed suit. Although I can’t yet articulate the color of Kiana’s hair, her head has become a glorious crown of fuzz. I happily pet her fluffy little scalp everyday. Doug even joined in the fun yesterday.

Go Kiana!


P.S. Sierra is not really the favorite. I am the favorite. I will always be the favorite.