I have a confession to make.

When Jake was born, he had a decent amount of hair. It was pretty dark, too, like my hair and my husband's--maybe even a little darker. Both Brian and I have dark brown hair. Jake's was a bit darker brown, bordering on blackish. Here he is on the day he was born, looking very sweet and pitiful in the NICU. As for the hair, he was clearly going for that spiky-looking, artfully messy look that can be seen on many of Hollywood's leading men. Don't ask why he was wearing pasties on his nipples--all I can say is he was going through a phase.

But if you have any experience with babies, you know that it's pretty common for them to be born with a head of hair, then lose most of it over the first few months, then begin to gain it back again. So it was with Jake. He started looking a bit like a baldy after a few months went by. Here he is at about 5 1/2 months, sporting his new military look.

Now he's started to grow some hair again. It's growing pretty rapidly, actually. With all that hair coming in, he's starting to look...well, less like my husband. I'm almost to the point where I feel like I should confess that one night stand I had with Axl Rose, before my husband figures it out himself.

See the resemblance? It was one indiscretion, and I hope my husband can forgive me and we can make this marriage work, because something tells me Axl wouldn't be a such a great father.