People often ask us how we style Jack’s hair. The answer is we don’t. He’s just naturally cool:
If British Punk Rockers wore spaceship sleepers our Mohawk Baby would fit right in. Not as big an “if” as one might think – I bet they’d wear them, then declare it an ironic commentary on age-ist social norms.
His hair wasn’t always like this. When we brought him home at two months his receding hairline made him look like a miniaturized old man:
As new hair replaced his fine infant hair it grew all in one place, in one little tuft centered over his forehead:
For months, we kept expecting him to get more hair, and he did…it just all kept growing into that same little curly tuft over his forehead. Around six months he finally started getting more hair: tightly curled low-lying fuzz spread slowly back in a straight line from his forehead until he had a perfect mohawk.
(Look at the girth of that boy!)
Eventually it started growing in on the sides. Well…make that one side. At this point, our son sports the oddest 2/3 head of hair I’ve ever seen. His two-inch tuft of curls still stands straight up from his forehead. He has a thick low-lying Mohawk, a four-inch horizontal bald spot just behind the crown of his head, reasonably growths of hair on the left and back sides of his head, and near baldness on the right side of his head. I don’t know what’s next, but it’s quite a show. In the meantime we might be having more fun with it than we should. He’s getting a buzz cut when he turns one, so it’s now or never:
“What do you mean ‘Did I lose a teething ring.’ And why are you smirking like that, Mom?”
“I mean it. Cut it out with the smirking and the references to soft-serve ice cream cones.”
“…still not funny, Dad. Just what exactly are you implying?”
If any punk rock bands are looking for members, Froggy Pajama Boy is here to help. His talents include loud drumming and heavy metal-style screaming. He’s also good at playing with the fringe on carpets.
Day 3 of the “7 Posts in 7 Days” challenge hosted by Jen at Conversion Diary.