Those Red Head Girls

When the girls were little, people couldn't tell them apart. I guess they still can't tell them apart. I don't know why that is. They were never called by the right name and that really bothers them. They take it personally and consider it extremely rude. I don't know why. I guess because they have shared everything their entire lives and they don't want to share their name. I gave birth to them and still call them by the wrong name. People think it is only because we are all J (s). That's not it. My mother did the same thing and we had all different kinds of names. People in the neighborhood and at church just called them 'Those Red Head Girls'. Everyone knew who they were. Maybe not their exact name, but trust me they knew. It is hard to miss us when we are all together. We are a crowd, a party, a MOB. It's just fun being together. When we go out to dinner it's like we take over the place. We don't mean to. Did I also say we are well.... kind of loud. Can't help it. We are just having too much fun. We went to San Francisco a while back and went to China Town. What a trip! The girls got so many crazy looks. It was like they thought the Amazon Women were coming to take over. And when they were younger we went to Mexico and of course they go alot of attention there. Apparently it's good luck or something to touch red hair. It was a little freaky at first. But now the girls are use to it. When they were babies, people actually asked me if I dyed their hair. Who dies a newborns hair? There has been a rumor saying that red heads will be extinct soon, but apparently that is not true. In our family there are 8 true redheads and several more that have a red cast to their hair. It has been skipping generations though. I think if we have anything to do with it... red hair is here to stay.

Same Model, Different Year

Let me introduce you to My Girls.

JL, age 24
JR, age 22
JM, age 20
JB, age 17
and sweet lil' VK, age 1
(JL is her mommy)

When JL was born she had the most adorable red peach fuzz all over her head. Marking herself a redhead from the very first moment of life. She was beautiful. I know that everyone thinks their child is beautiful, but seriously people, few newborns are beautiful, but JL truly was. JL arrived 3 weeks early and a total of 11 minutes after I arrived at the hospital. And so I soon realized that was how life was going to be... impatient from the beginning, and with a redhead temperament too. So begins my tale of 25 years and counting of demanding redheads.

JR was born a short 2 years later. Arriving in a similar manner as her older sister. JR too was beautiful and covered in red peach fuzz. Did I mention that neither my husband or myself have red hair? Any how, JR looked so very much like JL. But not exactly. You know, the same nose, the same eyes, the same hair, the same chin. But it was just kinda put together a little differently. That's when the phrase was born. "Same Model, Different Year".

JM was born 2 1/2 years later, then followed by JB 3 years after that. And you know the story. Same beautiful baby. Same red peach fuzz. Same nose. Same eyes. Same chin. Quick delivery. Impatient. Same disposition!

Now more than 20 years have come and gone since the very beginning and a whole new gene pool has come into the mix and lil' VK was born. But guess what? "Same Model, Different Year". A little different in a few places, not completely sure if the hair will be NATURALLY red (apparently there are other colors than red, who knew?), but pretty much the same baby. But this time, we got dark beautiful eyebrows!

It's good to be Queen of the Women,
JT