Isaac is a red head.
For a while now, we just were not sure. He didn't have enough hair. I knew full well that my desire to have a red headed kid might color the way I see his hair (pun so intended). But as we walk around our hood, total strangers unfamiliar with my red haired preferences, comment on his hair. At the wedding a few weeks ago a father of a red haired teenager saw me and Isaac, pointed his son and said, "this is his future!"
It's pretty silly how thrilled I am. When kids' height and weight come up I tell people that Isaac is average weight and height (he's now 50th percentile for both), but that he has above average hair color.
I plan on milking this while I can. I know that hair is prone to change. I used to sport reddish locks back in the day, though you can hardly tell now. So, he might not be a red headed adult, or even a red headed kid. But for now, he is a red headed baby. And that is pretty cool by me.
I'm just wondering if he's going to have the red headed temper to match...
5 comments:
Look at that surly expression! It seems to me that he makes that expression a lot, so maybe you'll be right about a fiery temper!
D was told (until his little brother came along 6 years later) that he was the family's "little red caboose." I still call him that sometimes.
Isaac's carrot top is adorable!
What a cute pout!! Hey, I love that kid!
Sooo cute! :)
Did you see this?!:
http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/08/06/the-pain-of-being-a-redhead/?em
Kirsten just told me about that! Weird!
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