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.
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4 comments:
OMG that picture is hilarious. I am seriously laughing. My daughter was a baldy, too, (for 13 months!)but we just went with it. Even when people asked about our boy.
I did not have another comment from you - did not delete, I promise. (It is nearly impossible to offend me.)
You don't look as much like Martha Plimpton in this photo - is that a recent development?
Oh, and are you going to Blogher this year? (just curious).
Pshaw. This is one of my favorites of your family photos.
Baby wigs. Now there's a momtrepreneurial idea.
Dear God, that is a fabulous picture. Even Darrell turned away from his computer to look at it.
so good.
I love this picture - and I think we had that same ruffled dress that Lula is wearing.
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