Not that Travis isn't an amazing Daddy, but he just has a VERY hard time fixing their hair. He usually pulls one side back with a barrett and calls it good. By the end of the day, they have lost their barretts and look like their hair hasn't been brushed in a month.
(One time when Emma was in Pre-K, Travis sent her to school with a hair-tie on her wrist and a brush in hand, so her teacher could fix her hair.)
I was traveling this week for work, so imagine my surprise when I get this picture text from Travis:
Please ignore the fact that Catherine is about to climb out of her crib
Our conversation went like this: (I am using the EXACT spelling punctuation, etc.)
T: LOOK! PONYTAILS!
B: Wow! Who fixed their hair?
T: me whoelse?
B: I don't know...one of our neighbors?
T: no they were all too busy
So, I am so proud of Travis. He always takes good care of the girls. But, this rockets him into Super Dad status! (Now...if only I could get him to put a bow on top of those awesome ponytails.)