Reverting Back

The boys and I try to get out and play at least once a day.  It helps to break up the afternoon between naps and when LaVor gets home from work.  Plus, it gives us all a little exercise.

This last week, The Lime wanted to ride my longboard but I told him no.  Then he suggested we all sit on it and cruise down the street.  (We've done this before and it's quite fun.)  So with me in the back, The Lime in the front, and Doodlebug squished in between, we rolled down our street, walked back up, and rolled down again.  Before I knew it, my neighbor came outside and said she had to take some pictures of us.  

I was excited to have someone document the fun we were having since I usually don't make it into any of our family photos.

But then it struck me...my hair.

Yea, it's getting long.  That I'm aware of.  But the receding hairline is what really caught my eye.  I've always known I had one, and it gets worse after giving birth, but it seemed so much worse in these photos.

So as I was getting ready this morning, I stood in front of the mirror and combed all of my bangs forward.

A pair of scissors has not touched these things for a year.  I have always had bangs, and with a difficult Doodlebug on my hands last year, I needed to spend the least amount of time getting ready in the mornings so I could tend to a screaming baby.  So I decided to grow them out.  The simplicity was wonderful!  Being able to throw them back and be ready in half the time made me wonder why I didn't grow them out before.

But back to this morning.  I stood there for a while, contemplating on what I should do.  Finally, I wrapped a tie around them and snipped 'em.

Right after I cut them (literally, right after), The Lime and LaVor got home from what I thought was a doughnut run.  Turns out, they got the haircut memo too and surprised me with handsome hair.

I have come to accept the fact that my bangs define me.  I instantly felt like "me" after I styled them and realized I never felt completely like "me" this past year.  Something was always missing.

The bangs.

But now I'm back in the game.  And my receding hairline is camouflaged and my huge forehead covered.  Hallelujah!

Let It [Grow]

I've been growing my bangs out for almost a year (minus a slight trim in October). Someone at church yesterday said they hardly recognize me anymore without my bangs. I told them I don't recognize myself without bangs. I miss them all the time, until the wind blows, or it's raining, or I need to get ready quickly. Then I'm thankful for the change I've made.

If it isn't apparent, I won't be participating in the Avon Walk this year. I signed up, paid the registration fee, assumed Doodlebug would be a little less clingy, but he isn't. He's not as bad, that's for sure, but he still nurses often and and I've already done a walk where I pumped along the route...not doing that again. So, we'll shoot for next year.

In the meantime, I still feel the need to help those affected by cancer. I've always wanted to grow my hair out and donate it, but didn't have the patience to do so. Until now. I don't remember the last real haircut I got. I've trimmed it two or three times since we moved here (over two years) and I don't think my hair has been this long since I was in high school.

LaVor loves the length, and Doodlebug loves playing with (and pulling) it. I will admit, while it's a pain to wash and dry, I have loved the different styles I've figured out how to do.

 

I try and do something different each day, mainly because I get bored with ponytails.  Most of the time, I just start twisting or braiding, and then pin to my heart's desire.  Sometimes it works, sometimes I get frustrated and resort to the dreaded ponytail or bun.  

 

With summer just around the corner, I'm enjoying hairstyles where I don't have to sit under the hot hairdryer or use a scalding curling iron. The more I get my hair off my neck and out of my face, the happier (and cooler) I am.

(I promise I wear more than just black and gray...although it appears different.)

LaVor is nervous that when I cut it to donate it, I'll be left with short hair. So I'm trying to hold out and grow it a bit longer so I have a little big of length when the deed is done. We'll see how far I can push my limits.

Out With the Old

Spring is a wonderful season of newness, freshness, and cleanliness. It's been almost three months since The Lime let anyone touch his hair with scissors. Things were out.of.control and action needed to be taken. Especially after he said he wanted his hair to look like Uncle Jesse's.

The Lime's hair was thick and too long for my liking. It was making him sweat like a banshee when he played hard and was constantly in his eyes. I was relieved when LaVor agreed that it was time for a cut (he doesn't mind the long hair). But first, we had to take a "before" picture.

When I heard a little knock at the door about an hour later, I had no clue what would be on the other side. When I opened the door, there was a big kid standing in front of me. I almost started crying, he looked so grown up and different. Not to mention, his hair hadn't been this short since his first haircut exactly 4 years ago.

I can't get enough of my boys. They're just so handsome and lovable! I just wish they'd stop growing up so fast.

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H = Haircuts

We were in the Bay Area this weekend and some guys were due for some haircuts. Thank goodness their favorite hairdresser, Bertha, was working.

Since The Lime originally wanted to be Bo from Dukes of Hazzard for Halloween, we were letting his hair get a little longer than normal. Those plans fell through, and Halloween is over, so it was time to cut the mop.

There's something about a haircut on a little boy that makes him 10x cuter. The Lime always says he doesn't want a haircut at the last minute but I'm grateful he sucks it up and gets it done. I could just eat him up!

The First Real One

The Lime got his first haircut when he was several months old. We had to get rid of the curl that randomly sprouted on the right side of his head.

Since then, I've trimmed it here and there but LaVor really wanted to let it grow a bit.

It was getting a bit scraggly and The Lime and his girl cousin almost had the same style. LaVor thankfully agreed that we could take him to the Barber and get a "real" haircut.





The Lime did such a good job! (It helped that I had a banana to feed him and he was sitting on LaVor's lap.) He wasn't keen on the hair in his face, but who is?

We knew we had a cute kid on our hands.

Snip Snip Snip

We're enjoying "Chopped All-Stars" on the Food Network, airing Sunday nights.

I was very excited to see Lisa Garza on recently! But then...after seeing her hair...I want to cut mine again.
I've been trying to grow mine out since September, I think, and I'm getting to the point where it's driving me cuckoo crazy. My sister graciously trimmed it for me a few weeks ago and I got rid of the German Shepherd tail look.
I tend to get lazy when I have longer hair. Ponytails are my go to style. And let's be honest...they're not a style. Also, I lost a lot of hair after The Lime was born and it's starting to grow back. But I look ridiculous with this super short hair around my face and the rest of it long and full of split ends.

If I were really brave, I'd pull a Michelle Williams.

But then LaVor would pull one of these...
I can handle a beard but a mullet? When pigs fly.