Sunday, October 5, 2008

Red


At this age, it's hard to tell what his hair will be like. Because, well, he just doesn't have a lot. And babies are always changing on you.


But sometimes I think that if I expose him to the sun enough each day...

Or have him wear a lot of orange...



Or feed him carrots at an early age...

That I just might, just might, have a redhead on my hands.


And that would make me very happy indeed.

4 comments:

Mama V said...

These pictures are just incredible. I'm drooling as much as Isaac over them.

And he just gets more and more beautiful by the minute.

Sigh, I wished for a redhead each time, but alas... instead we have two who look like neither of us!

I also kinda think that Andrew counts as a redhead. Or at least some gorgeous variation that a lot of women pay big bucks to obtain at the salon...

Seeking La Loba said...

My grandmother prayed with each new grandchild that it would be a redhead. When my parents started the adoption process for a Korean boy, my Dad suggested that she not pray for a redheaded Korean baby.

Did Dave get off safely?

Melissa said...

CUTE pictures! And I love the one on top of your blog, too. It's probably good, too, because I often look at your blog right before I go to bed. And looking at that cinnamon bun made me want to eat!

Firefly said...

He he. So funny about the cinnamon bun. ;)