Have you checked out the site Awkward Family Photos? It's a relatively new internet phenomenon and I predict they'll have a book deal right about the time I hit publish on this post. (Although, today I'm not as enamored with the posts as most days, so scroll down because it gets better.)
My first thought upon seeing my first child for the first time was, "Thank goodness, she didn't get my hair." See, Hazel was born with a fairly substantial amount of head covering that was reddish-blond and visible. My second child, not so lucky. Lula was bald and she had a recessed chin that made her look as the off-color joke goes, like a Chinese phonebook. The poor child looked like an old man.
I wasn't about to torture the little soul with those baby headbands and bald baby hair bows. Oh no, instead most of her early pictures of capture the kiddo in a variety of hats or scarves. One particular hat had a bunch of fuzzy fringe that made my Mother-In-Law inquire, "Why is Lula wearing a wig?"
Looking back, my attempts to style her round head seem positively ridiculous.
What was I thinking? Even her little clenched fist is balled up in a fit of exasperation.