Little Red

Whenever people meet Kimball for the first time, it is guaranteed that they will comment on the color of his hair. Usually they say something along the lines of, "look at his beautiful hair!" When I was pregnant and imagining my baby, I always pictured a brown-haired child, or possibly one with blond hair which would fade to brown, like mine. I never entertained the idea of a red-head, because I had no real reason to--or so I thought. Yes, I have a few red-headed cousins, and Jordan has one red-headed brother, but I didn't think it was a real possibility. To tell the truth, I was a bit apprehensive about the idea. "He wouldn't fit in!" I foolishly thought. So with a beautiful twist of irony, Kimball was born with long, thick locks of unexpectedly auburn hair. And I love it.

His hair has lightened considerably over the past year, but still remains red. Red-red, blond-red, or brown-red, depending on the lighting. Jordan had reddish hair as an infant, but it was gone by the time he was one. Kimball's fireball is still going strong, and he has a personality to match!

Here are a few pictures we took the other day that show off his lovely locks. He is in desparate need of a haircut, but I kind of like it longish. We just need to trim off a few scraggly ends. And figure out where in the world we part it and how to make it stay!

Here I asked him to sit down, but he's clearly not sure why.

And here I was immensely grateful that Kimball has received his tetanus shots.

One thing I love about Kimball is his eagerness to give hugs--to anything.

I think the prompt in this case was said by me: "look at the cute flower!"

Singing, "Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes"!