Hey, Leena has pigtails at 12 weeks. Quite an achievement.
What is with moms and their children’s hair? My daughter, Cristina, has been fussing with Leena’s hair for weeks now. I have pictures of her with pigtails and ponytails and adorned with bows of various sizes and colors. Admittedly, she does look gorgeous in each and every picture regardless of the state of her hair.
Here’s what I looked like at around 20 months of age. Feel free to snicker but my mom would not be happy with you. She was in love with my curls and, much to my dad’s dismay, refused to have my hair cut. After my two lovely sisters were born, my dad was anxious to have a son. 
So I came along and because of my hair length, he felt like he had a third daughter. I’m told there were a number of heated arguments over the issue but my mom was adamant. The flowing locks were not to be touched…and so it was until one dark and gloomy Saturday when mom went shopping with the girls and made the fateful mistake of leaving me alone with dad.
In no time, my mom’s beloved curls were lying on a cold and dirty barbershop floor.
I sometimes imagine that mom, spiritual as she was, had a revelation soon after my birth similar to Samson’s mother who was visited by an angel and told:
You will have a special son. He should never cut his hair, eat grapes or raisins, drink wine or touch a dead body, and most importantly his purpose will be to save the Israelites from the Philistines.
Well, I’m not sure how special I am, and yes, I have eaten grapes and raisins. I’ve even been known to drink a glass of wine or two. Nope, never saved any Israelites but I did once rescue a dog who had his paw caught in a metal fence, if that counts for anything.
What I do know, though, is that Delilah dad spent the next few evenings sleeping on the living room sofa. Messing around with mothers and the things they hold dear is never a good idea.
Hope you all have a wonderful Labor Day weekend.
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I was looking foward to today’s picture. I raised 3 daughters and not only was I obsessed with bows and pigtails, I was really really into hats. My girls wore alot of hats.
I see a resemblance to you in this picture of Leena.
STRONG family resemblance, even without the curls!
I love that innocent and trusting look this week…her whole world is in your hands, at least for awhile.
Thanks for “saving” the dog from that nasty fence (a neighbor’s dog jumped and caught his collar on the top of their chain-link…)
and you’re SO RIGHT about we MOMS…now make us an illustration please.
Gee, Mario, sorry about those beautiful curls. And you look so happy with them.
Gary, I’m told that I cried during that entire photo session. The photographer was about to give up before he snapped that picture in between sobs…his and mine.
My youngest brother could relate!
He had beautiful curls and was, of course, teased about them by neighborhood kids mercilessly. We all remember the day that he pulled down his pants to prove that he was a boy. I think Mom finally relented and had his hair cut when he was about 4 years old.
Its a dreary Labor Day here in Indiana, but, as always, Face of the Day has brought a bright smile to my face. Funny narrative, Mario. I can just imagine your mother’s wrath when she returned home from that shopping trip — your dad was lucky that your mom wasn’t prone to violence and he got through it with a just few nights on the couch!
Leena looks adorable in her pigtails, and there certainly is a family resemblance. The eyebrows, face shape, and coloring are the same. I hope you are going to be able to turn all of these Face of the Day pics of Leena into a time lapse display of her someday!
gorgeous baby Leena. This always makes my Mondays. And you were pretty adorable too!