Poor Hayden. My family has taken to calling her 'Fester' since I started putting her in the bumbo this weekend.
Then today I stopped by my old piano accompianist. I introduced Hayden and she said "Oh..like Coach Hayden." That's what J calls her, but I didn't expect it from an elderly lady! But to her credit, the kid had no bow in and was wearing little red Nike track shorts.
And it doesn't help that I shaved the back of her head this weekend. J was not happy to hear that but really, it looks so much better. She had the startings of a rat tail and now it can all grow in together.
So I now resolve to keep cute headbands on while we're running into old friends here. Or at least keep her in pink. But come on! This kid looks like a girl!