Why?

Because I was completely bald until the age of two! Totally, completely, hairless. And not only was I bald, I was somewhat blonde until the age of 4.

Let me break down the genetics for you.  I am white.  Is that politically correct?  Or should I say Irish American, Caucasian?  In fact, that handsome devil who is holding my child is my father.  Anyhoodles,  my husband is half white and part Tongan with a little bit of German squished in there.  So when my babe was born, I was more than thrilled to have a hairy baby to play with.

Pig tails at 1 month.

Pony tails at 2 months.

Braids at 4 months.

And total golden waves at age 9 months.

I know, girls would die for that haircut.  But no more than 6 months after I took that picture above, my little human Barbie Doll turned into a tom boy.  And I was no longer allowed to touch her hair.  And to this day, I’m lucky to be able to get a brush through her hair.  It is usually a VERY RARE occassion when I get to curl her hair.  Like this one….

I was in Arizona taking a picture of Maggie.  We did a shoot of her alllllllll natural.  Big hair, no make up.  And still, she’s completely gorgeous.

Liv:  “Mom…is that Maggie?”

Me:  “Yep, that’s Maggie.”

Liv:  “Mom…I want a picture with big hair like Maggie.”

Not only did she want a picture taken, but she wanted me to do her hair.  Shocker.  So of course I jumped at the chance of my daughter allowing me to take pics of her silly face.

I guess I could have washed the pink punch off her mouth in the colored shot, OR I could have photoshopped it off.  But no beans.  I love her just the way she is.  Big hair and all.