Etta's hair is finally long enough to pull back into a pony/pig tail (BTW, which is it?). She won't allow any bows or clips in her hair, but she does enjoy getting the pony tail. Awhile back I always laughed at kids with the tiny pony tail on top of their heads, but then you have your own child that is constantly categorized as a boy even in pink, purple, and dresses. So, I broke down and pulled it up on top of her head for a pony tail. It's kind of funny, but no one has asked if she's a boy. Finally!
The other day a friend of ours had referred to her little boy as Bam Bam since he was carrying a gallon of milk then said Etta needs to be called Pebbles. I didn't even think about the connection until then. So, I pulled up a picture of Pebbles and sure enough, all that's missing is a bone in Etta's hair. Maybe next Halloween!