The other day I was buying some stakes at Home Depot and the cashier commented that, like David, her daughter was bald as a baby. She said she started washing it more and, guess what? Her hair grew! Maybe I should try that!
Strangers make comments all the time. No, I don’t cut David’s hair. Nope, never. I don’t shave it either. I have to mentally and physically prepare myself for the kicking and twisting and screaming that happens every time I change his diaper, so bringing a blade anywhere near his face isn’t high on my list of things to do.
My family has bald babies, so I sort of expected David estar pelón.
[That is, “to be bald”. Spanish seems appropriate because I never used “pelón” before, but now? Every single conversation.]
David’s cousin Ellie was a bald baby, too.
Ellie is a few months younger than David in this photo, but I had to post this one because it’s how I earned the “World’s Best Aunt” plaque that hangs beside my “Mother of the Year” trophy.
Here are cousins Abram and John Amos around a year old.
In Spanish, pelón means you only have a little hair. Calvo means you are totally bald. When I was a kid, I was CALVO.
If you’re thinking, “yeah, I was a bald foooorever!” You probably mean that you were bald until you were maybe 2 years old.
This is me around David’s age, looking very chubby and very bald.
Bald 10-month olds are normal. This is me at maybe three. My parents called me Onion Head.
I used to tape ribbons to my bald, calvo head.
Tom thinks photos of me as a kid are weird because I look so different than I do now. This is me around five years old. Or maybe four? Either way, I’m bald. I remember that seal float; I loved it. I could swim at that age, but why would you swim if you had a seal float?
This is when I started to get hair. I think this is first grade, finally pelón. This is the time in most girls’ lives when they have hair down to their waists. Not me. I was so desperate for hair that I happily ate liver and spinach for dinner because my mom told me it would help my hair grow.
How old do you think Tom is here? Two? Three? At least old enough to drive a boat.
David’s starting to get a little hair, especially in the past few weeks. I’m hoping that when he does grow hair, he has blonde curls like his daddy.
But I also don’t mind if they don’t come for a while.
My little pelóncito.