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by Diane Stringam Tolley

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Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Hair Today. Gone Tomorrow

See? Cute. But hairless . . .

I don't want to say that our second son didn't have any hair when he was born, but . . .
Okay. He didn't have any hair.
There is a story behind that . . .
And it all has to do with tomatoes.
Tomatoes?!
When I was expecting him, I craved tomatoes.
CRAVED.
I couldn't get enough tomatoes.
Or anything remotely 'tomato'.
We ate tacos a lot.
Four or five times a week.
Fortunately, my Husby liked tacos.
Have I mentioned that my Husby is a patient lad?
Well, he is.
Moving on . . .
Our tacos were very heavy in the tomato department.
Fresh, diced.
Mixed into the meat as tomato sauce from a can.
Spooned on as salsa (pico de gallo).
I think we could quite literally have called them 'tomato tacos'.
Oh, and I added Tabasco sauce.
A lot of Tabasco sauce.
Because, along with my out-of-control craving for tomatoes, was my even-more-out-of-control craving for things spicy.
So my usual routine was:
  1. Taco shell.
  2. Smear with Salsa. The hottest that could be found.
  3. Spoon in meat, complete with lots of tomato.
  4. Add another giant spoon of Salsa
  5. Cover with fresh, diced tomatoes.
  6. Add fresh, diced onions and shredded cheese.
  7. Add another spoonful of salsa.
  8. Just because.
  9. Add seven drops of Tabasco. Seven. Not one drop more or less.
  10. Eat.
  11. Repeat.
  12. Several times
  13. Mmmmm.
When my baby boy was born, he had no hair on his little round head.
My Husby maintains that I burned it off.
But what do Husby's know . . .?
An interesting side note:
The day I brought my baby home from the hospital, I again made tacos.
I had been days without them and was definitely needing my fix.
I put a taco together in the same fashion that had become routine in the preceding months . . .
And couldn't eat it.
It was so hot, I couldn't get it anywhere near my face, let alone inside my mouth.
Weird.
Another side note:
My Dad, from the day that Erik was born until he was two and actually began to grow hair, called my son 'Cueball'.
Really.
He even painted an 'eight' on top of his head.
True story.
Yep.
All due to tomatoes.
Who knew?

18 comments:

  1. You know,Bridgit, my first granddaughter was blessed with a cue ball hair style that lasted until she was nearly a year old. She then had peach fuzz until shortly after she was 1. Enter Brynn, who grew hair much sooner, then Bryley who was born with hair. I don't think it had anything to do with the mother's diet.

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    1. I'm sure you're right. What do Husby's know?! :)

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  2. lol I craved pizza and mine was born with a lot of hair that fell out and he was called the bald eagle lol'
    Babies are funny. lol

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    1. Bald eagle? Sooo cute! A little more classic than 'Cueball', don't you think?

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  3. Apparantly I was called "egghead" until I was almost two when my hair started to come in. Grandparents can be cruel.

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    1. Egghead???!!! Wow, I'm glad my Dad didn't think of that one. For sure he would have picked up on it! Glad you weathered the storm. So to speak . . .

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  4. My children were born with lots of hair, as were my grandkids, right down the the last one. After so many with so much hair, a bald one was a shock. She was bald for more than a year. I kept watch, hoping my probably last grandchild would be my red-headed one. Still denied.

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    1. I have one red-headed grandchild. And she was flaming red the moment she was born. With two red-headed daughters-in-law, you'd thing my odds of having red-heads would be better. The two of them now have 6 3/4 kids between them. One redhead. Sigh.

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  5. maybe the tomatoes are the reason he is so tall :)

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    1. Hmmm . . . you might have a point there. No hair - less wind resistance?

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  6. Love reading these stories. My second daughter was born with a brush cut but by six months of age she had the most gorgeous hair with curls. It was worth the wait.

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    1. Thank you, Marlene! I remember dreaming of the day when the wind would be able to ruffle his hair. Now he shaves it all off. Sigh!

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  7. Diane, I think bald babies are the cutest! Tomatoes would have given me the worst reflux in the world during pregnancy. I don't know how you managed it! For me it was pickles. And I don't even like pickles but for some reason, pregnancy made me crave them. Oh dear. :)

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    1. I so agree with you, Bella! Bald babies ARE the cutest! I never craved pickles, through six pregnancies. I craved weird things. Tomatoes. Chalk. Dirt. What does that say about me? What does that say about my babies???! I should show you the pictures of the rest of them! :)

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  8. Oh! I find this all so very interesting. I too had the cravings for VERY spicy tacos when pregnant with my first. I was working at the time at the West Edmonton Mall. Every lunch break, I could hardly wait to get my tacos I ordered at Taco Bell. The hotter the better.

    Only thing is.....she had LOADS of hair when she was born. So VERY black and long. My grandma thought she might have been switched at birth because she looked like she might be native. Soon after though.....her hair fell out a little and she was as white blond as could be. Still is to this day.....only her hair is once again VERY long and thick. lol.

    And yes....we both love our spicy tacos still. ; )

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    1. Oh, I'm so envious! She managed to keep her hair! My son took years to grow anything worthy of calling hair. Now, thirty years later, he shaves his head. It's so unfair!!! :)

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  9. At least he is a boy! My #4 sister was as bald as could be until after her 2nd birthday as well... plus blonde, blonde eyelashes and eyebrows... she was pretty sad looking! haha

    I always heard HOT salsa gave babies LOTS of hair! At least that's how it goes down here in Arizona... :) My husband likes really hot salsa... he always says it isn't hot enough until his bald head sweats. For real!

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  10. Hmmm. Arizona, you say. So what do Arizonans have that blindly white Swedes do not???! And spicy food makes your husby's bald head sweat???! I'd pay money to see that!!! ;)

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