I have been trying to put a ponytail in Arrine’s hair for weeks and weeks now, and she always refused. It wasn’t until the other weekend when Arrine spent some quality time with Grandma Karen, that Grandma Karen was successful with a ponytail – and she didn’t even know my troubles with it. Ever since Arrine has been much more accommodating with having her hair done.

Tonight I was cuddling Arrine on the couch. She only ever sit stills if she’s allowed to watch videos of herself – nothing else interests her. And before I knew it, I had leaned over, lifted up her piggy tail and kissed underneath it. For the first time ever. Just like amm used to do to mine.