If you look, not so closely at the last picture there, you can see my postpartum bald spot coming in nicely. I always seem to have an extended and overzealous period of hair loss after having children, so I'm sure by the time Halloween rolls around, I'll be able to dress as a convincing version of Dracula with a pair of fangs and a sharpie outline of my new forehead.
HOWEVER. While we were out celebrating my sister's birthday the other night, Everett was standing on his chair, admiring his cupcake, when he looked over at me, rubbed his hands over my hair and said, "Happy Birthday Mama! I LOVE your hair." And then his fingers moved down and smoothed over my brow bone while he continued, "and I LOVE your eyebrows."
So I don't know where this kid is picking up his manners and smooth moves, but go ahead and bring it bald spot. WE DON'T EVEN CARE ANYMORE.