If you read my blog regularly, you know that Melody's hair (or lack thereof) is an obsession of mine a topic I've briefly touched on.
When she was a baby her baldness didn't bother me. After all, tons of babies are bald. Who needs hair with eyes that bright and cheeks that sweet anyways?At age 1, I started to wonder where the hair was. After all, even Jack had a little at 1!
"Don't worry," people assured me. "My baby was bald until one and then her hair came in like crazy!"
Um, yeah, that didn't happen for us. At 18 months, I forced Melody to wear a bow precariously clipped to six stands of hair after several comments of "do you know what you're having?"
And upon answering "boy" would hear, "Wow, three boys. How wonderful!"
Apparently a dress is not a dead giveaway.
As we hit the two year mark, those six long strands had grown a teeny bit more and multiplied into about 36 strands of which I would divide into two microscopic pigtails.
(I know. I have no idea how I got the rubberband wrapped around them either.)
By this time, people had stopped assuring me her hair would eventually come in and just looked on me with pity instead.
Finally at 2 1/2 we started seeing her hair not only get longer but a little thicker as well.
In the past six months all the reassuring promises of "soon she'll have such long thick hair" have finally started coming true!