Tuesday, January 31, 2006
After the whirlwind of Lotus's arrival we all retired to our hotel room. We walked in, put her down and we all stared at each other. We fed her and changed her. Took off the ridiculous tights and shoes and plopped her down on a blanket in the middle of the room and just marveled at her. She still didn't fuss and almost seemed to understand who we were and that all was going to be okay. That was until I decided to try and take out the elaborate hairstyle. Miriam Janet had styled Lotus' hair as if she was going to the prom. Each ponytail was gelled and secured with a real elastic band, not a fabric covered one like we adults use. Think rubber band wrapped around newspaper, but much smaller. The first one came off with relative ease, but after that each one was a battle. Lotus Maria cried and screamed and I started to cry and then gave up. But not for long. My own child hood flash back of my mother trying to contain my kinky curly hair with elastic bands flooded into memory and I just had to free her hair. I ordered Nate down to the reception desk to get a pair of scissors. His looked at me in horror, but I reassured him it wasn't for her hair but to cut out the rubber bands. He returned scissors in hand and 30 minutes later, a lot of tears (both mine and hers) and her hair was free from it's elastic bonds. It still stuck straight up, but that was okay.
