My son was born with lots of hair.
Hair that would make women and bald men alike, jealous.
When anyone saw him or a picture of him, they couldn't help but comment on his beautiful hair.
My in-laws joked that the angels styled his hair before he was born.
Thick, perfectly coiffed, ends that looked like they had been frosted.
Unfortunately Zachary's hair did what most newborns' hair does....it began to fall out.
I was soooo sad! I loved his hair! But what do you have to do when strangers start asking you if you gave your baby a mow hawk on purpose!? Buzz it, of course. Under his patchy tresses lay what looked like a cracked desert floor. His cradle cap was out of control and I simple couldn't get to it to help it come off. So, here's our bald little man receiving his first hair cut. Who knew it would be when he was only 3 months old?!
I always knew he was a big baby with a big head. But now that it isn't covered with any hair, Zachary definitely looks like a bruiser. I think we'll have to call him "Bam Bam" from now on. :)