You see that? It’s fine hair fuzz all around the hairline. I still have it. Back when I was in school it was what determined whether you were a devil or an angel. Devils had the hair fuzz, angels did not. I didn’t mind being a devil. It seemed far more rebellious and daring. Besides ‘Angels’ always had the air of superiority about them and I like being the underdog.
And it looks like she’s got it too. A troubling sign that she will be saddled with my crazy hair. Josh …

Who wouldn’t want to kiss those mooshy cheeks?
It’s no secret (if you twitter) that I’ve been feeling a little low. A few things happened today to cheer me up.
When I got in the shower this morning there was a lovely message from Mr Goog using the foam letters that we have in there for Riley to play with. And he had to get creative because he could only use each letter once.
I was tickled pink to have Riley tell the doctor her age when I was at my appointment today. …

Riley’s hair is finally long and thick enough that a clip will stay in. Momentous. Really. Hair is a big deal. It’s a big part of why she looks like a little girl and not a baby. And also will probably mean that people will stop referring to her as a ‘he’. Unfortunately I’m sure that this means that she’ll have thick, unruly hair. It’s in the family.
I’ve always had a lot of hair. I’ve had comments like “It’s so lovely and thick” for a very long time now. It’s …

This is why I have a camera. Because if I take a photo of it, there’s evidence that it actually happened.

It all start out so well – with the super cute pigtails. But even then you can see the cheeky glint in her eye.

And then the torture begins. Despite how cute she looks and how presentable she is with her hair all nicely done. She starts pulling at it. She does this on purpose.

And then she completes the job. So cold. So calculating.

And then the torture was complete. If only she didn’t look so damn happy about it.

Every now and then her hair throws a little ginger. I’d be all into her being a redhead, but sadly I think as she gets older her hair will get darker and you won’t really be able to see it anymore.

Evidence that for at least a few seconds her hair stayed in without her attempting to pull it out with peanut butter hands.

The result of hair in pig tails is mad scientist hair. I think I prefer this.

At long last, Riley’s hair has finally grown to the point where I can put it back. The best thing about it? People can stop calling her ‘he’, even when she’s dressed head-to-toe in pink! Also, resisting the very strong urge to treat her like a human doll . . .