Baby Hair.

 A little frightening, eh? This is my oldest child, Noah's, lovey. Baby dolls came into my sons life before the birth of our youngest child. I decided my 10 month old son needed a babydoll to maybe help ease the transition of a new baby in the house. So we went shopping and bought two little bald babies. Babies without hair. Noah is a hair-petter, so he never became attached. What good was a baby without hair? Then my grandmother introduced him to Baby Hair right after he turned 2. He (Noah is firm that Baby Hair is a boy NOT a girl) came from Hawaii, and had this beautiful long silky hair. He named him "Baby Hair" because, well, this baby had hair. Finally. It's been Noah and Baby Hair ever since. Noah and Baby Hair go buy groceries. Noah and Baby Hair go to the first days of preschool. Noah and Baby Hair take naps. Noah gives Baby Hair rides in his dump truck. Noah reads Baby Hair books. Noah sings Baby Hair songs, and sings songs about Baby Hair. Baby Hair is well loved. His hair has turned to dreads and his colorful dress (kilt? tunic?) has become pale and gray. His cheeks are permanently dirty and he has ink on his forehead. Noah doesn't seem to care that Baby Hair looks like a demented voodoo doll. I'm fine with Baby Hair. I think it's great he has a babydoll. I just hope he doesn't want to take him to kindergarten.

So, there he is. Baby Hair, meet OS.