Yeah, the hair. The doctors told me to not count on it - that the babies would likely be brown haired despite all the red hair in both families. “Wicked recessive” was the phrase I belived was used (we’re SO New England!). After Punkin’ Pie was born and I was pregnant with Beanie, I BEGGED the Universe: if it’s a boy, it doesn’t matter what color hair he has, but if it’s a girl, please GOD, let her have red hair, because it’d be no fair growing up in the shadow of an older sister who has spectacularly red locks.

I found out Beanie was a redhead before I found out she was a girl. Imagine, at the last push or so of labor, hearing my nurses say “it has RED HAIR!!” I distinctly remember thinking “great. Can we finish now? Because, well, I’ve just about had enough of this.”

Two gorgeous redheads. The boys are going to be in SO much trouble in about three years or so…

My wife and her ten siblings come in two varieties–hair the exact color of your girls’ (Maryanne, Christine, Ginny, Dan, Joe, and Katie) and black hair (Kevin, Ellen, Laura, Mike, and Wife [Maureen]). Let’s see– 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9,…yep. That’s all of em. And the reds win by a nose! Of the nearly thirty nieces and nephews, by the way, none have red hair.