I just received an email from my cousin Cali Emig who was so excited about my fabulous blog. And as I was reading her kind remarks I remembered, I have a bone to pick with her! Here's the story. So when Scarlet was about a week old, I went to visit Samantha while Cali and her family were over. Cali gushed admirably over my little newborn just as she should. Then in one seemingly innocuous comment, she cursed my baby for the rest of her life (or until she gets hair).
She looked down at my little child and said, "oh, look at her flat ears up against her head! All my kids pop out after a few months. Her's are so nice!" Genetics... I think not. It was definitely the power of suggestion that turned my child's flat, nice ears....
Into.... these. By the way, not to brag but is this outfit not adorable? Red shoes!
Anyway, though her comment may have made my baby's ears go awry, I am a kind and generous person and have moved on. That and deep down, I realize it is probably not really Cali's fault. But when my child is fully grown, is taught about genetics, and is able to blame her dad and me for her height, uncontrollably thick hair and a pointy nose that moves when she talks (thanks to dad!) I can at least say, "well honey, you can blame you dad and I for all of that. But the ears, go talk to your cousin Cali." :)