Everywhere we go - everyday - we hear those four words: Look. At. That. Hair.
Sometimes people throw an "all" into the mix between the second and third words, but that's about as varied as the comments go. We're at the point now where we just look at each other and mouth the words, simultanesouly, right as the grocery clerk spins them out.
Not that we mind, mind you - we're proud of our daughter's golden locks, so much so that we've decided to start expirimenting with it. We never quite imagined that we'd be buying (insert word for those little hair rubber band things) for our three-month-old infant, but que sera sera, no?
I call this her "Beethoven" coif.
Seriously - look at that resemblance. It's especially striking when she pouts.
2 comments:
Maeby is soooo cute! I'm jealous of all that hair! Eden is just now coming into her own, but only in back!! The top of her head refuses to sprout hair. My sister teases me about 'eden's mulette'. Someday she'll have hair like Maeby's, even if i have to wait until she is three.
The pigtails are precious.
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