We have been trying to get Anna to tolerate us doing something with her hair, as it tends to get very snarled and messy because she won’t wear clips or a ponytail, and she hates having it washed and combed. Thanks to the internet (and to Jennifer for being my guinea pig), I managed to coerce Anna’s hair into this french braid this morning. It didn’t last for very long, but for a first time I think it’s promising. If I can get the technique down a little more, she may actually tolerate having her hair tied up (a straight ponytail gets in the way when she’s in her car seat or leaning back).