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Last night, while watching Shrek, my daughter was quite excited to see Fiona.

(see? That’s her nickname. Because while she’s always a princess, sometimes she acts like an ogre)

I braided my daughter’s hair today (speaking of ogres). We both lived, and are still speaking.

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Okay, I’ve been practicing. It’s good that I have a willing subject.

My braids are getting a little better, a little more consistent, and she (my lovely daughter) doesn’t complain as much. We re-did one of the braids from the other night into four smaller ones last night.

(Why? Because in general, smaller braids will stay in longer, since they can be more precise. Although precise isn’t really a word I would use to describe my mad braiding skillz. Oh, Zoot, where are you when I need you?)

Practice makes perfect, they say. Maybe another week or two and she’ll let me take her picture again.

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Originally uploaded by silly old bear.

My wife got home an hour ago from getting her hair cut.

Short.

Now, I love long hair. Love it. I love everything about long hair (and when we were first dating her hair was down to her waist. Of course Carter was barely out of the White House then. Ahem.

Anyway, did I say I love long hair? I do. And now her hair is short, short, short. And all I can think about is putting my face in it and smelling her and running my fingers through it and kissing her neck.

But right now Harry Potter is trying to figure out how to open the Chamber of Secrets, and by the time he figures it out (and the kids go to bed)? She’ll be sound asleep.

Damn.