This is a story of Marin's hair and its starts with the lines; no matter how hard I try...Before I finish that line let me explain something about Marin. She has red hair that everyone seems to love or at least make comments about. People we don't even know, in the grocery store, or bank, or while at the Farmers Market, or out for dinner, stop us to make comments about her hair. Now as someone who studied human development in college, I get a bit paranoid about how these comments are going to affect her as she gets older. Actually a few months ago she started pulling her hair when she was really frustrated... my first thought was "she's doing this because people always talk about her hair" not really a rational thought. Anyways we really appreciate everyone's love for redheaded babies, and our favorite comment is when an elderly person walks but and says, "now that's an Irish baby if I ever saw one!" OK aside from it being red, she has TWO cowlicks, and TWO of those swirly crowns in the back (all of which she had genetically inherited from Holli's mother, thanks mom!)... this is a combination for hair that never cooperates, EVER, you can ask grandma Cheri.
Just waking up from a nap... or just about any time of day really hahaha
Reading with daddy
Ok to finish that sentince, "No matter how hard I try, its still a mess!"
