Hair

Almost every day people comment on either my hair, or my kids hair. The most common question I get “is it natural?” my response “yes, these are my real curls.” I have a love hate relationship with my hair. It has it’s own mind, every day it is slightly different.

This summer Bobby and I realized that Andrew’s hair went from “fine/ soft” kinda curly hair to thick coarse curly hair. Now Andrew’s hair looks just like me.

Then there is the little lady who has a full head of soft fine dark hair. When I am out in public people always ask if her dad has dark hair. Then people always ask if I think she will have curly hair or if I think it will stay dark.

I wonder if families that both the mom and dad have the same color and kind of hair if they get all these questions we do.

I get tired of these questions because what am I supposed to say? Yes, I want my child to have blonde hair, what if Lily has brown hair the rest of her life, I would be happy and not care. If I say I don’t like my curls and my kids end up with them, I don’t want them to think of them as bad.

I know these are nice “small talk questions” but sometimes I get tired of them.

Anyways here is the good stuff. Look at this hair.

Lily’s hair is getting longer, it touches her shoulders but quickly curls up. The other night I realized that if Lily had been a boy she would have already had her haircut. Thankfully she is a girl, so I don’t have to think about cutting anytime soon.

Bath time fun.

On Friday we went to Andy and Callie’s rehearsal dinner and they had fake mustaches to play with. Bobby and Dave had fun, Andrew didn’t want to play along.