hairless

My poor kids.  All of them have been mane challenged.  A couple of the kids have out grown it, one has not yet, one is still to be determined.  Jacob was a bald baby, but at 3 was getting a hair cut every 2 months.  Every time we get his hair cut I make a deal with the devil that he keeps his curls.  So far so good.  Lauren too was a bald baby with some wisps of hair at about 3, but poor Taryn.  She longs for hair so bad.  She would put on tights, leggings, shirts, shorts on her head and pretend it was hair.  Every Halloween she would be some sort of princess that had long thick hair. What was a mom to do.  I got her wigs.  She would always have something on her head.  she would whip her head back, sweep her hand over her shoulder like she had long locks.  Taryn's hair is still painfully thin, and I am working with her hairdresser on anything that might work to thicken it up.  So far no luck on that.  The only ray of hope is that I had the same kind of hair when I was young, but when I got pregnant the first time my hair thickened right up.

(Taryn with shorts on her head)

Poor Bree is in the same predicament.  She loves the thought of long hair.  She loves all the princesses.  They may have an African American Princess, an Asian Princess, an Indian Princess, but no princess with thin hair.  Every Sunday she loves to play with Laurens or my hair, not so much Taryn's.

Bree has taken to putting things on her head for pretend hair.  This is funny because both Taryn and Bree did it.  One day Bree was in the kitchen with me and she took the dish towel off the fridge and put it on her head.  From there its been her blanket, towels, and her favorite, sweaters.  No pants or tights yet.  One day girls, one day.

At least she is color coordinated.