Thursday, March 10, 2011

My Child is Molting

Now I know that I've admitted bad habits before in this blog; my constant boogie sucking, my inability to shower regularly, eating far too much nutella than the recommended dosage.  These habits are not too damaging in the long term, but my new obsession is really kind of gross.  And though I'm loath to admit it to myself, I have to acknowledge the problem first so that I can stop myself.

I'm addicted to picking Bean's baby hair scales off her head.  Bean could be on an advertisement for Head and Shoulders.  Where one would typically find an 80's punk Mohawk, I find a patch a flakes.  Each of these flakes has about one to three short baby hairs attached to it.  Like a snake shedding it's skin for a fresh one, Bean is slowly shedding her scales for her more permanent hair.  She is literally molting.  And I am obsessed with this process.

I've resisted picking at her scalp for months.  From what I read, I'm supposed to just ignore it and the flakes will fall out on their own.  Another option is to put olive oil on her head, let it sit for an hour or so on her scalp and then rinse it off.  Well, truthfully, my olive oil is much too expensive to spend lathered up on a baby's head.  And since I'm not going to eat her grassy scented head after I cover her in olive oil,  I don't really see the point.

Plus this remedy promises to be messy and since I'm not a Sicilian immigrant from 1910, I don't think I can pull it off.  This leaves with option B, ignore and let nature takes its course.  I think I should be applauded for waiting as long as I did.  Her head has been flaking for three months,  and it is only now, when her hair has started to fall out on its own that I've started "assisting" in this process.  Really, when you think about it, I'm only expediting a natural process.  I'm just combing through her hair and if dried pieces of her scalp lodge themselves in my comb, then it's not my fault, is it?

Maybe there is a twelve step program for this affliction.  Maybe if I don't pick at her head for 60 days, I'll earn myself a chip.  Or maybe I should just give in the natural instinct I have for my child.  Chimps do it after all.  Chimps spend 10 to 20 percent of their day grooming each other.  I don't spend nearly as much time.  Clearly, I'm more evolved.

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