Grace is still bald, at almost 20 months old.
And, I'll be honest, some days I really worry about her conspicuous lack of locks.
I wonder if it will ever grow in, or if she will be bald for life. I wonder if it will be thin and wispy, thick and curly, or just plain crazy. Because, honestly, she has the potential for all three. I am not even sure what color it is going to be (if it is ever to be any color!)
But then I get a glimpse of my future...
Taking away the scissors after she's cut her bangs when she's five,
Getting yelled at while I try to braid her hair when she's eight, like I yelled at my mom when it was too tight,
Crying over that oh so awful preteen haircut,
Taking her to get her first up-do for her eighth grade dance,
Being late to countless events because Gracie can't decide how to wear her hair in high school,
Reminding her that curly hair, if she is so blessed with it, doesn't fair well with graduation caps when she is finishing college,
Peering over her shoulder while the hair stylist styles her hair to perfection for her wedding day,
and pulling her hair up into a pony tail one day, when she is having her own baby.
So, for now, I remind my self to breathe deep.
Savor the moment.
Cuddle her close.
And remember, she will have hair one day, but for today, she is my beautiful, bald, baby girl.
And, for a walk down nostalgia lane, here's a precious video set to the music Gracie, by Ben Folds. My cousin, Kyle, posted this to my facebook wall on the day that we brought Grace home from the hospital and I still cry every time.
Linking up with the Anderson Crew for Embrace the Camera.

And, I'll be honest, some days I really worry about her conspicuous lack of locks.
I wonder if it will ever grow in, or if she will be bald for life. I wonder if it will be thin and wispy, thick and curly, or just plain crazy. Because, honestly, she has the potential for all three. I am not even sure what color it is going to be (if it is ever to be any color!)
But then I get a glimpse of my future...
Taking away the scissors after she's cut her bangs when she's five,
Getting yelled at while I try to braid her hair when she's eight, like I yelled at my mom when it was too tight,
Crying over that oh so awful preteen haircut,
Taking her to get her first up-do for her eighth grade dance,
Being late to countless events because Gracie can't decide how to wear her hair in high school,
Reminding her that curly hair, if she is so blessed with it, doesn't fair well with graduation caps when she is finishing college,
Peering over her shoulder while the hair stylist styles her hair to perfection for her wedding day,
and pulling her hair up into a pony tail one day, when she is having her own baby.
So, for now, I remind my self to breathe deep.
Savor the moment.
Cuddle her close.
And remember, she will have hair one day, but for today, she is my beautiful, bald, baby girl.
And, for a walk down nostalgia lane, here's a precious video set to the music Gracie, by Ben Folds. My cousin, Kyle, posted this to my facebook wall on the day that we brought Grace home from the hospital and I still cry every time.
Linking up with the Anderson Crew for Embrace the Camera.
