A couple of co-workers have told me that hispanic women will shave their newborn's head around 3 months to make the hair grown evenly
DH's Chinese co-worker did the exact same thing.
Common with Filipinos too.
As Robin notes, it's a myth.
However, with young children the baby fine hair grows out and is at the ends, and the stronger, thicker hair is closer to the scalp. So cutting off the fine ends, or even shaving it, means the new growth is often thicker hair than they had originally. It doesn't
make
it thicker. You're just getting rid of the earlier, fine hair. The thicker hair comes in naturally behind.
I have never cut the back of her hair. She has bangs now, but the length of her hair is still the first growth.
Vibing for GC, GF and GF's dad.
Got back a little while ago from my first post-baby ice-skating session, which was not so much skating as laboriously creeping about as I was taking my 4-year-old goddaughter skating for the first time. Over the course of about an hour and a half we did three laps: the first hugging the wall while I supported her from behind; the second holding my hands while I skated beside her or backwards in front of her, tugging her along; the third away from the wall with me supporting her from behind so she could feel her way out on the ice with back-up but with nobody leading her.
She was sweet and plucky and fell three times without tears or complaint, and the only fussiness came at the very end when she had to be coaxed and cozened out of her skates because she so much wanted to rush right out again.
Her dad sat with Matilda (she has won for herself another devoted champion; he couldn't stop exclaiming over her prettiness and mellow alertness) and watched from the sidelines, and Emmett skated many, many laps, still a bit bow-ankled but very fast and agile.
So now we're home, Matilda is fed, and before the end of the day I'll take and post a proper picture of Bev's dress.
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Punctuation to all that need it, Festive wishes to everyone. Ho ho ho, you hos.
Right, this is an announcement for
PMM:
GET YOUR ARSE OVER TO WATCHING 'ENTOURAGE' RIGHT NOW!!!!
It's just - it's - I have never seen anything slashier than this in my life. Ever. I am still pretty much speechless. And it's not just the slashiness, it's the toppiness and the, and the - holy fucking cow, woman, I know you're busy with
Dark Angel
and
Supernatural,
and I respect that, for the Ackles is the Ackles and all that, but, but, FUCKING HELL.
Episode 7. I mean, my heart has been exploding with love and astonishment since episode 1, but episode 7 (Season 1) just gave me the biggest slashgasm I can remember. Ever.
You need. To write. Fic.
Yesterday.
Please.
weeps.
(SA says to say she told you so.)
ion, Santa brought us a chocolate fountain. I made it work. This is The Best Thing in the history of ever. EVER. Except it needs to be big enough for a whole La Dolce Vita thing, ideally...still, melty chocolatey goodness rocks.
...man. You so need to be writing
Entourage
fic. Now. Please. Watch. Gah.
head explodes.
Except it needs to be big enough for a whole La Dolce Vita thing, ideally...still, melty chocolatey goodness rocks.
::Imagines Fay in the Trevi Fountain of bittersweet::
Laughs and laughs and laughs!
Okay! Okay! I'll get my ass around to watching it.
(thinks)
Yeah, you know...I watch police shows a lot so I don't see "hanging with your boys" in quite the same way, but okay, yeah. Now that you mention it...
Although I don't watch often enough to fic it.
Of course, onThe Wire, Bunk and Jimmy always joke around about that. Like poor Detective Cole(RIP) comes up to the Bunk and says "Can you tell I got laid last night?" and Bunk says "Why? Your asshole still hurt?"
::eats words::
There were whiny kids there; S. just wasn't among them. One in particular was a snivelly 6-year-old in a fancy skating outfit and a bicycle helmet; her poor mom looked like she was operating on one last nerve that was half a thread from snapping. I was totally proud of my little trooper.
And here's Beverly's dress.
Heather, my thoughts are with you... He sounds like a wonderful man who had a wonderful life. I have loved your stories.
I was at the liquor store last night getting wine for dinner, and a woman was setting up a tasting. I didn't have time to stick around for the tasting, but I really wanted to try this. Fortunately, they were out of stock of it, otherwise I would have had to buy a few bottles, even without tasting it.
I suspect I want to own a bottle of that. For display purposes until there comes a good Bitch moment.
Now I feel I need to watch Entourage as well. For the ... um ... storylines. Or something.
Cat perched on boobs is less nifty fun, well, ever, but especially not in premenstrual moments. She's comfy, I am being tortured. Boobular torture.
