While we were sharing the peace this Sunday at church, the elderly man behind us pointed to my (huge!) belly and said, “I don’t know if that’s a boy or a girl…but I’m sure it’s a blonde.”
So true. I’ll have to steal that line.
Who would’ve thought our blonde genes would run so strong that I can identify our kids to another mom at the park by just saying, “The three blondes are mine.” Never do there seem to be three kids that tow-headed in any given setting.
Who knows how long the white-blonde hair will last (I’m guessing puberty), but I’m afraid our kids are cursed with the texture forever. Dark hair is usually courser–which translates into ponytails that don’t slip out of the rubber band and hair that isn’t so baby fine (stringy) that ears peek through the sides.
White blonde hair is wispy, literally like corn silk. Beautiful when it’s brushed and shiny–stringy a few minutes later.
But I’ll take it for my kids. There’s something so childlike and sweet about our kids’ baby fine hair. For now, I’ll try to capture it in all the pictures I can. Then I’ll have prove they were once all (natural) blondes.
Don’t worry – there are ways to keep that blonde look. My motto is “I was born a blonde so I’m going to do whatever it takes to stay a blonde”.