Puddin Head

Since about her second day of life I have called Madelyn my little puddin. It varies based on my mood, sometimes it's puddin head, puddin pop, puddin poop, you get the idea. The other day she spent some time in the drop in day care and when I went to pick her up, her hair was plastered to the top of her head like a bad toupee. When the workers saw my confused face, the explained that during snack they looked over and she had a huge glob of pudding on top of her head and was still eating as if nothing was wrong. They tried to clean it out but can only do so much short of sticking her head under the sink. So I wet a papertowel and attempted to get her head a little less goopy because we were meeting friends for a Christmas expo and were going to be out in public.

My attempts were not very good and the following hairstyle was the end result. Add in the snowflake face painting and the red nose she insisted on having (as in wouldn't leave the chair until her nose was red like the girl ahead of her) and I have my very own Who from Whoville.

Fortunately Chris is filling in for the Grinch this season so we have our very own Dr. Seuss story.