It's hot in Texas.
|This is in the shade|
Everything is roasting, or literally just on fire.
|Bad day at the paper recycling plant|
My beautiful, glossy, super-dark baby has lightened from what was a promising shade of liver chestnut to the color of baby-poop-brown.
When she has a bath, I can still pretend that she is dark.
|The wet hides the shame|
But the truth still stands: everything is several shades lighter than it was.
Except for one thing.
Pax has been wearing her flymask since pretty much we moved here - sometimes I take it off at night and put it back on in the pre-dawn light, and sometimes I leave it on 24/7 (and that goes for all of them.... I tried to leave O's mask off last night and this morning she had one eye nearly swelled shut from the overnight bugs. Fail). Given the fact that I take Pax's mask off at night and put it back on before dawn, I haven't really looked closely at the color of her face beyond "do you still have two eyes today? Good."
Then I realized something.
She's been wearing this nice UV-protectant mask all summer, but everything else has been bleaching.
|Mask of Zorro|
It's, uhh... not *that* noticable.... is it?