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!"
And upon answering "boy" would hear, "Wow, three boys. How wonderful!"
Apparently a dress is not a dead giveaway.
(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.
In the past six months all the reassuring promises of "soon she'll have such long thick hair" have finally started coming true!