{"id":4859,"date":"2011-01-25T08:15:29","date_gmt":"2011-01-25T13:15:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/?p=4859"},"modified":"2025-04-30T13:12:31","modified_gmt":"2025-04-30T17:12:31","slug":"another-bad-hair-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/2011\/01\/25\/another-bad-hair-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Another bad hair day"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/photos\/photo\/5385666565\/bad-hair-day.html\" class=\"tt-flickr tt-flickr-Large\" title=\"Bad Hair Day\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5212\/5385666565_92432471e2_b.jpg\" alt=\"Bad Hair Day\" width=\"573\" height=\"824\" \/><\/a> <\/p>\n<p>As you might guess, we have quite a few of those around here.  Eva likes her hair down.  She will try very hard to pull out anything I put in her hair.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/photos\/photo\/5386272296\/bad-hair-day.html\" class=\"tt-flickr tt-flickr-Large\" title=\"Bad Hair Day\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5218\/5386272296_417b44ceae_b.jpg\" alt=\"Bad Hair Day\" width=\"573\" height=\"824\" \/><\/a> <\/p>\n<p>This is a pony tail gone bad after a nap.  But she looked so crazy cute I just let her have her bad hair- we weren&#8217;t going anywhere anyway.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/photos\/photo\/5385668677\/bad-hair-day.html\" class=\"tt-flickr tt-flickr-Large\" title=\"Bad Hair Day\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5217\/5385668677_4bc03b6cea_b.jpg\" alt=\"Bad Hair Day\" width=\"573\" height=\"824\" \/><\/a> <\/p>\n<p>When I take her to childcare at the gym, they always tell me she should have her hair out of her face.  <\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/photos\/photo\/5386274610\/bad-hair-day.html\" class=\"tt-flickr tt-flickr-Large\" title=\"Bad Hair Day\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5212\/5386274610_f6e2a36d99_b.jpg\" alt=\"Bad Hair Day\" width=\"824\" height=\"583\" \/><\/a> <\/p>\n<p>My solution- a hat<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/photos\/photo\/5386276610\/img_0326.html\" class=\"tt-flickr tt-flickr-Large\" title=\"IMG_0326\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5217\/5386276610_2682e6dff0_b.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_0326\" width=\"573\" height=\"824\" \/><\/a> <\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/photos\/photo\/5385677033\/img_0335.html\" class=\"tt-flickr tt-flickr-Large\" title=\"IMG_0335\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5215\/5385677033_1a35da661b_b.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_0335\" width=\"573\" height=\"824\" \/><\/a> <\/p>\n<p>Kristen you asked how she does when we leave her with the grandparents.  She actually does great.  In fact both of the younger ones do great.  It&#8217;s the two older ones that STILL don&#8217;t want us to go.  <\/p>\n<p>Eva loves people, the more the merrier.  And I think because from such a young age our friends, neighbors, and family were so very eager to welcome her, hold her, take care of her- well she is just comfortable in most situations.  She is nicknamed &#8220;the village baby&#8221; around here as she has so many mammas that want to hug and love on her all the time.  And as she grows it is obvious that she knows that, and her comfort with people is a blessing.  For her and for us.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/photos\/photo\/5385679049\/img_0337.html\" class=\"tt-flickr tt-flickr-Medium\" title=\"IMG_0337\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5219\/5385679049_9edc0fc9a8.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_0337\" width=\"333\" height=\"500\" \/><\/a> <\/p>\n<p>And even though this one is blurry, I love it- crazy crazy hair<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/photos\/photo\/5385680925\/img_0338.html\" class=\"tt-flickr tt-flickr-Medium\" title=\"IMG_0338\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5212\/5385680925_ee3383dd65.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_0338\" width=\"333\" height=\"500\" \/><\/a> <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As you might guess, we have quite a few of those around here. Eva likes her hair down. She will try very hard to pull out anything I put in her hair. This is a pony tail gone bad after a nap. But she looked so crazy cute I just let her have her bad hair- we weren&#8217;t going anywhere anyway. When I take her to childcare at the gym, they always tell me she should have her hair out of her face. My solution- a hat Kristen you asked how she does when we leave her with the grandparents. She actually does great. In fact both of the younger ones do great. It&#8217;s the two older ones that STILL don&#8217;t want us to go. Eva loves people, the more the merrier. And I think because from such a young age our friends, neighbors, and family were so very eager to welcome her, hold her, take care of her- well she is just comfortable in most situations. She is nicknamed &#8220;the village baby&#8221; around here as she has so many mammas that want to hug and love on her all the time. And as she grows it is obvious that she knows that, and her comfort with people is a blessing. For her and for us. And even though this one is blurry, I love it- crazy crazy hair<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[8,13],"tags":[229],"class_list":["post-4859","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-family","category-life","tag-eva"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4859","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4859"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4859\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21064,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4859\/revisions\/21064"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4859"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4859"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4859"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}