Winning the Battle, but losing the war?

Charis has quite the head of hair. She was born with a mohawk. A black mohawk. (This is Charis and Ava when Charis was just a week old.)









Her hair seems to be a combination of everyone in our family. :) Literally. It's fine like Brian's, curly like my mom's, easy to manipulate like mine, and the color of, well, her own.







The top continued to grow and the bottom continued balding. She had a nice bald spot for a long time. This is Charis, her long comb-over blowing in the wind.










The Mohawk continued to grow and the sides continued to...not grow.






















Finally, we were able to put a bow in. Yay! Girly hair-do!















We went from headbands....
















To sprouts....












To pig-tails! Cute right? But that's when the "lion hair" (as we call it) began to take form. It came suddenly. We didn't even see it sneaking up, slowly stalking, ready to take over when we least expected it. It came with a vengeance.


















I'm thankful she never noticed the raging battleground on her head. She was a happy in her ignorance.













Or was she?





So the battles raged on. Some days we won.



























Some days we lost.




(We even tried containing it, using all the latest techniques and calling in reinforcements.) No, it would not be contained.







































And some days, hair was the least of our worries.

















To this day the war continues.









Small gains have been made, new skills have been learned that have helped make the terrain more manageable, and experts are being consulted. We are doing all we can to make sure that younger generations learn from our experiences and are better equipped to handle such obstacles.