Pony-tales

Like me, my hair has a mind of its own. Left to itself, it can wonder in all directions. My mom brushes it as soon as I wake up and still a bit groggy to resist her advances.

I was born with a full head of brown, golden-tipped hair. At five months it stood on its ends and was about four inches long. At 8 months, mom trimmed it at the sides because the tips tickled my ears and gave my neck an itch. At one year, mom is able to tie it into pigtails.

I love pigtails too because they brings out the cute puffy cheeks I got that from my mommy! Luckily, I also got my ears from her. Daddy was worried for a while that I might have inherited his ears, then that would really have to grow my hair. Mom says it won't be long before she can bundle all my hair into a pony tail.

I will soooooon post my birthday pictures. Mommy and Daddy have yet to download them so I can write some blogs about my super fun party. See you then.