::good hair::

This is another Max post. While we were in Napa it happened that Max's grandma brushed his hair. He had been swimming all day and I forced him to take a shower. Then grandma combed his hair into an amazing shape with her magic hands, and after that it's history. He couldn't stop looking in the mirror, and he COULDN'T stop touching his hair--brushing it back from his forehead, flipping it around, patting it. You'd think I have never brushed his hair in my life!

 When we got to dinner, he asked grandma for her purse brush. He brushed and brushed and brushed. He kept checking his hair in the little mirror. I was laughing SO HARD. I had to keep it down though, because really it was adorable and I didn't want to hurt his feelings.
 

 Then when Sandy broke the purse brush later on in the trip, Max was not happy about it at all. Distraught rather. The other purse brush was pretty girly, so I think he wasn't quite ready to resort to using that. He also kept saying that grandma had to show me "how to brush my hair right." So I got a lesson--it's pretty much what I've been doing all along, but now I know. Next morning was sunday and we got ready for church. Max was the epitome of hair perfection of course, after much preening.

 
 He was in fine form for photos that morning.
 

 It was very cute to watch him and his fledgling self awareness, but it does make me nervous for when he's a teenager. He continued with the preening all the way home (including getting compliments from a different Grandma in the airport bathroom for fixing his hair so well.) He's eased off a bit now that we're home, but he's still brushed his hair, touched his hair and thought more about his hair than he ever has in his life. Silly little adorable boy!