Hairy

On the eve of my baby girl's birth, let me share with you one of her more, er, questionable habits.

My baby likes to eat hair.

Hair. As in from heads. My head, her father's head, 

her brother's head, even her own head. I can't let her in any bathroom because my husband has more hair than the whole block combined. No matter how many times I sweep it up, there is always more. But there are still dozens of dozens of hairs embedded into our carpet and couch and they all somehow find their way into Lucy's mouth. When we visited my parents she was constantly gobbling my mother's hair, and since she dyes it twice a month I was concerned. What if she got Clairol poisoning?  

The only good thing about this whole disgusting habit is that she sucks on them like spaghetti, so at least I have an audible clue when she's got one. I hear the smacking of her lips and I can pull it out before she gets it all down. I know she's not the only one, but sheesh. 

She's so cute and so gross, all at the same time!