October 11, 2016
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My son wasn’t born with this head of hair:
(According to CNN this is totally real!)
But, it was an impressive do that turned into a horrible and enduring Hitleresque comb-over coif at three-months. Little Man required a helmet during that time, so we could almost forget the tragic nature of the hairline the universe bestowed on him. My daughter also was born with a substantial amount of hair, even if the amount paled in comparison.
I don’t know if it’s the intense stress of existing as a baby or what, but Warrior Queen seemed to shed her hair before she could enjoy her crowded cascading coverage. But, unlike her brother, the shed was even and began replenishing almost immediately.
However, as quickly as her dome seemingly darkens daily, it has a duckling rubbed with a balloon quality to it, especially right after a bath, and I absolutely love it!
(I think thestrangeandunusual.bigcartel.com would have to agree this is a fabulous baby look.)
It’s fuzzy and soft, and I’m obsessed with it. I’ve never had a sense of smell, but I imagine that is heavenly too…if one looks past the greasy appearance when we waited a day or so too long before bathing her.