Henry and I assumed this position for the duration of "signing time" this afternoon. He took his precious time waking up from his nap.I didn't mind being his support system.
Friday night the Blaser's had us over for a 'camp fire' (as Eliza would say). Michelle made pizza, placed it in a cast iron thinger (description courtesy of Andrew) and then popped it in the fire to bake. The kids enjoyed the play ground as I talked "hair makeovers" with my lady friends.
For someone who is as emotionally high strung as me, I thought I'd feel more of a shock as I watched my hair fall to the ground. Clearly, this cut was over due. I felt pure excitement. My hair is incredibly thick and the weight of it often left me with a headache (hence the braids). The heat and humidity made the blanket of hair incredibly burdensome. Thus, my decision to bid farewell to my long thick locks was rather easy.
How often do you make it to a hair salon? The last time I had a trim was February (awful, I know!). Is that, like, totally disgusting?