Mumma calls me her grey eyed boy. She's still all about the eye color infatuation. They are going to stay this color too.... lets call them blue steel. Everybody else calls me blue eyes but apparently they haven't seen real blue eyes. After mumma tells them to look again in natural light, then they go "ohhhh, you're right. they are grey". Or silver. But they do pick up blue reflection easily.
And wow am I highly sensitive and ticklish. When mumma rubs my feet, I can't control myself. And dada kisses and tickles my belly and neck, I giggle like a fool. It's torturous. Brayden tells mumma "ticka ticka baby christian" and then he holds up two fingers (I watch him physically fold his fingers down with the other hand) and says "goo-eee goo-eee. goo-eee bird got you" ["goo-eee" is Brayden's pronunciation of the goochy bird]
My hair is falling out. If I hear the term "male pattern baldness" one more time, I will cry. The new hair growth on top of my head is soft and spikey but the stuff i was born with on the sides and back is falling out now. It's really not attractive on my already extemely unfortunate odd shaped head (because I favor my left side).
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