Dear Holly: Making Super Mario Jump Sounds for Actual Words

1 year, 1 month.

Dear Holly,

Mommy and I both noticed the same thing about your hair over the past week or so. Not only is it getting thicker, but the red tint is transforming into a golden hue.

I’ve caught myself calling you Goldie here recently. It’s not that your hair is blonde. It’s more gold than it is yellow. It’s undeniably golden.

Your brother’s hair was never this color. When he was your age, his hair was light blonde. And now that he’s 6 and a half years old, it has transitioned into a sandy brown. But he never had a red or golden tint at any point.

So I wonder what color your hair will transition to by the time you’re his age.

Maybe I find this more fascinating that most parents would, but I am so amazed that those long lost Scottish and Irish genes in our family tree. The hidden recessive traits are making themselves known in you.

Something else going on with you these days is it’s becoming obvious you are getting eager to start talking. While your actual vocabulary is pretty much limited to “Dadda-dadda-dadda” (me) and “Mama-mama-mama” (Mommy) and “Jaah-ja-ja” (your brother), you are now making sounds in place of words.

These placeholder sounds like identical to Super Mario when he jumps, from the original 1985 Super Mario Bros. game: “Mah-mau?”

You’ll crawl over to one of your books, then bring it back to me, like a puppy. Then you hand it to me and say, “Mau? Mah-mau?”

The obvious translation is, “Well, Daddy, are you going to read me this book, or what?”

You also have a habit of crawling over to fruit pouches when you’re hungry, then looking to me: “Mau? Mah-mau?”

The obvious translation is, “Well, Daddy, you know what to do. It’s time for you to help me eat this.”

While I will be very happy for you when you can start using actual words from the English dictionary, I am thoroughly enjoying the Super Mario jump sounds in the meantime.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: Look at that Strawberry Blonde Hair Coming Through!

6 months.

Dear Holly: Look at that Strawberry Blonde Hair Coming Through!

When I think of things that motivate me in life, one of them is spending time with you each morning before I take you and your brother to school. I love seeing you in whatever cute little outfit Mommy puts you in.

You have now graduated my world-famous “Cry It Out” program, so now you are sleeping all night, then waking up so happy and refreshed.

I officially realized recently that you are a morning person. That’s part of why I enjoy spending that time with you so early in the day: Because all I have to do is just appear, and you automatically are sincerely happy to see me.

How could anyone see your smile and not want to smile back?

And also with each new morning, I get to see you evolve one step closer to “little girl” from “infant” status. Your personality now is everything I predicted based on the hints I saw in you as a newborn.

It’s always been easy to compare you to a kitten. You are playful and fun and adorable.

You’re also obviously growing physically as well. You’re still around the 80th percentile for height, but are now down to the 18th percentile for weight.

Despite your big appetite and how much Mommy and I constantly feed you, you maintain your tall and slender frame.

When your brother was your age, I called him my baked potato. He was such a sturdy, solid mass. He didn’t really have a neck until he was about two years-old; not to mention, he had a noticeable belly until about that age as well.

As for you, you’re the complete opposite. Though you’re undeniably strong, you’re like my baby ballerina.

It is such a fun thing for me to look forward to- the thought of seeing you grow up.

And look at that hair finally starting to come through. I was starting to think you might not have hair until you were 2 years old.

I actually thought you might end up being a red head, as I clearly could see that being hinted in the pictures below I took of you during the 4th of July.

Dear Holly: Look at that Strawberry Blonde Hair Coming Through!

But just like your brother had when he was very young, you have light blonde hair growing in. But yours, in particularly, appears to be strawberry blonde.

I am so happy to see you grow up just a little every day. You’re such a pretty little girl.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: Look at that Strawberry Blonde Hair Coming Through!

Is My Child’s Blonde Hair Finally Turning Brown?

November 1, 2012 at 9:02 am , by 

23 months.

It never made sense in the first place that our son would have blonde hair, coming from a lineage of Italian and even Mexican descent.

But we couldn’t have known any better. Jack is our first and only child, so far.

So when his hair began turning platinum blonde after a few months of being born, we figured his strange hair color was just as random as his blue eyes.

Sure, there were a few parents who nonchalantly tried to tell me that it’s actually quite common for a toddler’s blonde hair to go darker when they grow older.

I figured my son was the exception.

But look at his hair.

You can see the remaining platinum blonde amidst the now brown sprouting through. It’s morphing from blonde to champagne gold; eventually to become brown.

It’s like the opposite of an adult whose hair is growing gray.

Lesson learned: If you’re a first-time parent with a child whose hair is light blonde, nothing permanent is promised when it comes to hair color.

That’s just how a young child’s hair grows in.

Enjoy the novelty of it while you can. Chances are, eventually your child’s hair will turn some shade of brown.

Be surprised at the unlikelihood of your child having blonde hair.

Just know that at some point, whether it’s near the 2-year mark like with my son, or whether it’s 10 years, unless you or the other parent has blonde hair, your child probably will have darker hair.

I look at the darkest splotches of my son’s hair and now realize that that is what color his hair will actually be when it’s all said and done.

You are looking at a picture of a little boy will have dark brown hair, just like his dad.

Nothing lasts forever, like the cold November rain. And my son’s blonde hair.