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Three colours BOY...




When I was pregnant with Bryn, I kept hoping he'd be a blonde. This was because Erik was a brunette and Luey was a red head, and so it seemed kind of a cool idea to have a blonde too...

When Bryn was born he had brown hair... It has lightened a bit to a light brown, but I'd hoped it would lighten more... I'd pretty much given up hope. Then visiting mum this weekend I was saying how I kept imagining it was getting lighter at the crown, and she said that was quite possible.


As it turns out, I was born with the same hair colour Bryn has, and a photo taken when I was 18 months showed it to be similar to his colour now, but by the time I was two it was very blonde and stayed that way for several years, as seen in these pics...

I'm attempted to take a photo of the lighter patch of hair that is just emerging on Bryn's head now... It's more to one side of his crown, which is odd, really, but it's hard to tell because his haie colour changes in different lights so it might look like just light hitting his hair...

So, I might have my blondey afterall!

Comments

Leah said…
I noticed his changing hair colour in one or two recent pics :) Be cool to have one of each.

I'm really wanting a brown haired brown eyed babe next time. odds are stacked completely against me!
Cabrissi said…
Oh neat! I agree w/ Leah, his hair is definitely lighter than when I first met him! Now you've got a matching set! ;-)

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