Any girl would be jealous

I've always wanted curly hair. When I was little, it took a jar of Dippity-Doo and half a can of hairspray to get my hair to hold enough curls for one of my ballet recitals. A perm was gone in about a week. As I got older, my hair started to get curly and when I got married, it was finally starting to look like I'd get the curls I wanted. Then I had a baby. Now it's just a little bit of messy, uncontrollable wave, but nothing like the curls I'd love to have.

Andrew got my strait as a stick hair from my childhood. It used to get a little flip when it would get too long, but not anymore. Straight, straight, straight.

Then there is Luke. I don't know where he got it, but he's got the curliest hair. When he gets out of the bath tub, tight curls cover the top of his head. And they are beginning to spread to the back, too. It's just not fair! I want those curls. :o) And I'm sure he's going to grow to hate them someday. If they stick around, he'll probably want to cut them off.

And here I am, drooling over those curls that any girl would love to have. And did I mention his eyelashes fall in the covet-worthy category, too? He got those from his dad. Thick, long BLACK eyelashes.

I'm going to go repent of coveting my kid's hair and eyelashes now...