We seem to have a hairy situation here. My hair is falling out faster than you can type ‘follicle', partly due to the great nature of post-partumness and partly due to four tiny hands finding, yanking, and coming away with 100 or so strands every five minutes. Cecilia is on the sure path to Mulletville as her mane is sparse on top with a whole lot of shiny, dark hair in back. And then there’s Seraphia:Not really lacking in the amount, just in the symmetry.
Something had to be done. I was having daymares of my sweet first-born turning into Peg from Edward Scissorhands in a matter of months and down that hair style lane I was not willing for her to go. (Image from here.)
and she was back on the straight and narrow, albeit the left side still a smidge more voluminous, if I can even say that for the ultra-fine nature of her baby soft locks.