As I was finishing up Rachel's bath today I was reminded of the sudden thought I had in the middle of the night. I awoke thinking, "She should have a mohawk!" I should mention here that it is not unusual for me to have sudden random thoughts in the night, nor is it odd that I would think Rachel needed a mohawk. What was odd was that I disagreed with myself and I also resisted the urge to wake Brandon and tell him my fascinating revelation.
So, anyway, "to mohawk or not to mohawk"...well first I'll give you a brief description of what I'm talking about. A mohawk on an infant is done by simply brushing the hair on the sides of the top of the head towards the center, allowing the hair to stand up in a bit of a line. As the child gets older and only has a few wisps of hair that are about three inches long, then you comb those wisps up so that they come up and curl over. This looks sort of like a tunnel on the top of the child's head. Now, you may be thinking to yourself, "That sounds stupid looking! WHY would she want to do that to her cute little girl? (see bath picture- she's cute) Well, it's all a result of my infamous past and the things my parents did to my sibling and me when we were little. I can't escape it! I AM A VICTIM!
Ok...well...I should mention that mohawks were only given to girls. It seems that was a helpful way of identifying male or female. I don't understand this, but I can accept it. So here I am, knowing that I had mohawks up until I was about nine because I never really had much hair! (just kidding- maybe 18mos) and my sisters- all of them had mohawks too. I was even conned into styling their hair on Sunday mornings for church and the mohawk was ALWAYS the way to go! No bows, headbands, or ribbons...only mohawks. (Some of you think I'm joking, that shows that you don't know the crazy family I'm from well enough.) Anyway, I've brushed up some mighty fine mohawks in my day and you can be sure that at this point in my life- even though I think it looks REALLY STUPID, I can't help noticing that my fingers have a strange desire to grab the baby brush and work little wonders on the top of Rachel's head. It's like an addiction that I had no idea of...beware...and be forewarned. If you see Rachel and she has a mohawk, then you will know three things: a) it's a girl (the pink frilly dress is for nothing), b) Rachel is going to be embarrassed over her baby pictures just as much as I was, and c) I'm turning into my Mother, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"