Hair-Hogs: A Family Tradition

This is my oldest granddaughter,

with the most gorgeous head of hair.

Hair-Hog personified!

She's now 17 and likes her hair short.

Wouldn't ya know it?!

This is my second granddaughter.

She's now 13 and likes her hair long.

She always had a thing for hair.

Here she is wearing my mannequin wigs.

Here she is again - wearing her own hair.

This is my third granddaughter.

She's seven now.

She loves a good spiked-do.

And apparently, a bit of static-cling.

Can't leave out the only grandson!

He's six now. And has his hair in a buzz-cut.

My newest granddaughter.

She's 17 months now.

With a great head of hair - and smile.

Talk about great smiles and hair -

These are my four children, at a young age.

Here are the girls, showing off their little brother,

my oldest son.

He had the most beautiful head of hair.

Everywhere we went, people would pat him on his head!

And he would go from this...

To this.

He was not amused.

(I wouldn't be either.)

I love this picture.

Even the toy was hairy. :)

And this little girl?

Well, that's me.

I don't imagine my mother, or grandmother,

had a good time brushing that hair every morning.

I have a strong feeling they had to chase-me-down!

And it's still not a lot of fun to brush through!

(An old passport photo.)

Speaking of my mother -

here she is.

Not to be outdone, in the hair department!! ~~

"A grandparent loves you from when you're a bald baby

to a bald father and all the hair in between."

- Erma Bombeck

There are SO many things to love!

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(Thank you!)

Signing off for now,

gabriele