I held a newborn today. When I say newborn I mean a three week old, still newborn in my books. He was beyond cute. He had the tiniest fingers, and had SO MUCH hair. On his head, like where an adults hair grows. It was amazing. I probably found it more amazing because I was bald till I was two, and then was never really good at keeping my hair, to this day it falls out in bucket loads. My husband once found one of my hair's on his tooth brush, which lives in a plastic bag, in his going away bag. I have never even seen my husbands tooth brush, generally because we have only just broken the toilet rule (you know the whole if he's in there, your out here). Even then that rule was broken by accident). I found one of my hairs in the cheese in the fridge. They literally get everywhere. I wish I was joking, my husbands spotless uniform goes to work with my hair covering it like a fur coat because he had half asleep wife cuddles before he left for work. His teddy bear (which he totally doesn't sleep with -snort-) which I am never allowed near because of my teddy bear stealing tendencies, is partially ginger from my hair. Which leaves me with the question, how on earth do I possibly have any hair left on my head?  Seriously, I run my fingers through my hair and out comes handfuls of loose hair, which promptly get wiped on my husbands back, or dropped on the floor, which has a ginger coat due to our lack of vacumn (C'mon we have a box, there is literally to feet to vacumn). Either the way, the places my hair gets is extraordinary, unsantiary and where does it all come from?!