Our adorable hairy baby
My hair has taken on some interesting forms since the fro. In grade school, my poofy bangs would naturally take on a curl within the curl. Like a double rainbow on my forehead. Then, I remember the days of Sun-In, which gave my naturally dark brown hair a slight yellow tint. Then they discovered that Sun-In causes your skin to melt, so I stopped using it. Then, in high school, I had my sister highlight my hair blonde. It was cute until the dark roots started to grow out. My sister tried to touch-up the roots, and instead dyed half of my entire head of hair white, the other half orange, the other-other half, stayed my natural dark brown. I freaked. Mom let me call-out sick for school the next day because well, as a teen, showing up to high school with neopolitan hair was like, totally not cool. We made an emergency appointment with a family friend who was a hair stylist and paid her over $100 to fix my hair. Thanks, Mom. We decided if we were investing that amount of money to dye it, we might as well get creative. So, we did zebra stripes, a mellowed-out version. Chunky highlights with blonde and dark brown. Fun, until once again, the roots started to grow. I felt trapped. Now that I'd started experimenting with this drug called hair-dye, I couldn't stop. Years later I've finally gone au-natural - with the color at least. I've gone through phases of wearing it naturally curly and had another fro phase my first few years of college. My then-boyfriend told me that I looked like a poodle with my curly hair....just one reason he didn't remain my boyfriend. And one ridiculous reason I spend entirely too much time straightening it every morning.
I'd like to think that my hair looked better than a poodle's...
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When Phaeton and I got married, my hair was the longest it had ever been, down to my shoulder blades. I've had a series of haircuts over 4 years to try and freshen up my style. Now that I'm a Mom, what better time to do another one of those "I'll never do that" statements than now? So the other day, I did the "I'll never get a Mom-Do" Mom-Do. It's the shortest it's been since my freshman fifteen and fro. And it's taking some getting used to, but I like that it's new. I bought my first round-brush ever to style it with and fumbled with it all morning the way Bambi fumbled with his legs when he was on the ice. Guess I need a little more practice.
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Phaeton has also had some interesting hair experiences in his day. Until he was seven, he had a full head of blonde hair. Over the years, it's grown darker like mine. In high school, his nickname was Jesus because of his glorious flowing Jesus-like locks and goatee. Also because every lunch hour, he'd re-create the miracle of chocolate milk coming out of his friend's noses. I remember once rummaging through pictures of him with different colored dos. I asked him today, "Didn't I see a picture of you with purple hair?" His reply was, "No, it was plum." My bad. He also experimented with platinum, copper and peroxide. I knew there was a reason I loved him so much.
In her first year, Adeleigh's hair has already gone from jet black to light brown. As it grows, she's getting a bit of curl. She's got so much to look forward to when it comes to her hair - the styles, the frizzies, the shaving. She's got so much to learn from our hairy experiences of growing up. Looking through old photos of her parents she'll learn all about different animals, influential people, colors and shapes - all through our hair. For now though, we can keep our cute little rascal's style simple.
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