Helena's hair has a mind of its own. Every morning she wakes up and it looks like a rat's nest. I sit her up on the counter and spray tons of detangler and try to comb it. She screams, I stop, and instead just pat it down. We put a bow on and head out. It is so fine, so when hair comes out it sticks to my hands and is so hard to get off. I am waiting for her hair to get thicker, heavier, something! We would be lost without the detangler. When it calms down it is so beautiful, but it is truly a pain in the rear.
