This afternoon, my mother-in-law found (and promptly pulled, at my request) two white hairs on my head. Not “maybe they are just really blonde” hairs. White-as-the-driven-snow hairs. WIRY, white hairs.
Apparently, a second child was all that was required to begin the graying process. My friend tells me it’s time to start dying, pronto. I hope to remain at a pluckable number for a while yet. If not, I suppose I will have to cave and break out the dye. Or see a professional, as the recent debacle with Corin’s haircut has taught me may be the wiser route.
But still… So worth it!
I DARE anyone to tell me this baby is anything less than perfect.
A Dash of the Unexpected 
Gray, white, and silver hairs? No problem. Think of them as stress highlights. I wear mine proudly. lol
Or, you could just leave them and wear them as a badge of motherhood… I’ve had several friends warn me to stay off the color train – it never ends.
I love that she’s playing with your hair in this picture!
She has a grip, this one. She was asleep and still had a hold on that piece of hair!
My first year of teaching started me on the greying process. I still just pluck them when I find them.
I found my first gray hairs a few months after my second was born, too… and I bawled my eyes out! I agree with going the professional hair-coloring route. Plus, it’s a great excuse to reserve a couple of hours every 6 weeks for you-time 🙂