::before & after::

It's the shortest I think we've ever had his hair cut. It matches Dad. This is a fresh "do" all ready for school.
We love him with the floppy hair and with the spiky hair. He's just cute. And goofy.
He wanted his hair cut like Sandy's, but we told him that was just slightly too short.

::before & after::

Before:

You've seen it--you know how shaggy he was.

During:

(this morning--we finally found someplace to take him and since he had the day off school we got to have a nice peaceful morning appointment.)
After:

He looked pretty happy when we got done with the cut, but then when we went to the office and all the ladies made a fuss over him he got all embarrassed and wore his hood for the rest of the day.
Then tonight he told me he hated the haircut because he looks like somebody else! I think he still looks pretty unmistakably like my Max. He'll ease into it. Besides, I don't really think he hates it.

I mean, look at his face. Could anybody take this face seriously?

::me me me::

This post is about me.
It's my birthday today. Yay for me!

But really I think it's yay for my mom. Because how would I be here to talk about myself if it wasn't for her?
So thanks mom--and dad! Thanks for making it so I could be here and have birthdays.

Last year I asked everybody to leave me a comment as my birthday present. I loved it so much last year that I want to do it again!

So if you read this, will you leave me a comment and say hi? I'd love to hear from some of you that I maybe don't know--or those that I know but I don't know are reading...you know what I mean. And of COURSE I want to hear from my lovely friends that often leave me comments. Youguys are the best.

And I love comments--I mean, don't all bloggers love comments?
So tell me hi--and if I don't know you, tell me how you found me?

Wish you were all here to share some cake. A lovely friend in the ward brought me over this gorgeous cake:

The good news? It takes as good as it looks. Scrumptious.

I got my hair cut yesterday (for my birthday). What do you think?

(I like this picture except there's just something weird about my hand--it looks way bigger than it should be, doesn't it?)

(this is how Max makes me feel on a regular basis)

The best news about my birthday? It means that we ALL made it through another long cold (unless you're someplace nice) January. And that's great news, isn't it?

::signs pt 3 & me::

So I got a haircut. Kind of a scary one because my hair was pretty long. I ended up cutting off like 10 inches or something.
Summer is coming. My hair drove me nuts all last summer in our lovely un-airconditioned house.
Anyway, the best part of hair is the fact that it grows back, so I'm never too afraid to experiment.

This is styled by the hairdresser--she made it a little poofier than I like, but not too bad now that I look at it.

Later, badly styled by myself--I've gotten better at it since then!

Today. Wavy/curly.

I like it.

Anyway so after I came home with cut hair Max was inspired to open his own hair salon.

So now, the Petco/No Dogs, Hotel that is Max's bedroom is also a hair salon called "Getting the Biggest Hair."
And how would you look after a visit there?
Like this:

He's a cutey!

He's already thinking ahead and opened another Salon just down the street, in the bathroom.
It's called "Getting the Silliest Hair." I'm not sure how that differs from the first one, but he did work on me for a while with a comb. It was pretty fun.

Here's the bonus sign for the night. See the one there on top on the bathroom door? It means no pooping. Makes sense, right? Since it's the bathroom?
Turns out the bathroom in our house and the "hotel" (which is accessed by the elevator/front hallway) don't allow for pooping. The only bathroom that does is the one at my parents house. It's accessed by taking the elevator to the fourth floor.
Just so you all know.

.::Big Haircut(s)::.

Pre:


Post:


We have a barbershop one door down from our house. It's a father son place and they've been there for 30 years. Kris needed a haircut, and Max was starting be blinded by his bangs, so Saturday morning we thought we'd give the barber(s) a try. Max was done by the dad and Kris was done by the son. The dad is probably like 80 and the son is probably around 60.

They give old school barber type haircuts, obviously!!
It was fun, they were super nice and Max was SO good. They used the clippers on him, and the vacumn and he hardly even flinched. He got a tootsie pop afterwards too, which made everything worth it.

Actually, the haircuts look good when they're not combed in quite such an extreme way. If I could've gotten a picture today or yesterday of the two boys I would've. They both look cute.

Kris looks super cranky in the first picture because the brake sensor switch or something like that decided to wear out in our only car. Which means it wouldn't shift out of park. He ordered the new part on thursday night--overnight, but of course turns out it wasn't going to be delivered until monday (today). We wanted to go have fun on saturday, but were stuck home. No beach. Bummer.
But luckily we live within walking distance of lots of stuff. So we still had a fun day. We walked a whole bunch around our area and got some lunch and did a little grocery shopping at a local market (not really local to us, but local to the area).

We got the part for the car today and Kris fixed the problem in about 10 minutes. It was amazing. It's nice to have something small and fixable go wrong once in a while. Hopefully I don't speak too soon!

::The Cut::

Before:

After:

So now he can see, but he does still have plenty of hair. And he still has his wings which I love so much.
Kris took him to the haircut while I was in class, so afterwards because he was so good Kris took him to Walmart to pick out a "prize" He came home with this ridiculously huge baseball bat.

It's one of those really light ones. You know, I think all of us had one at our house when we were little. I'm not too thrilled about him running around in the house with that thing, but so far he's been fine. For some reason he's very interested in baseball right now which is really weird because neither Kris nor I care about it at all.

I like his haircut. It took me a little bit to get used to it, but now I recognize him (the first couple of days I couldn't pick him out of the crowd when I was picking him up from school). He's not that happy though. He was very upset about it the next morning. Shortly after he woke up he asked me if his hair had grown. Then he reached up and tried to brush his hair down into his eyes. When he couldn't he broke down: "My hair didn't grow!!! Boo Hoo!!"
So we had to comfort him somehow. When we discovered that his hair now looks just like Kelly's (Kris's brother) that really helped. He hasn't complained much since then.

It's just so funny that he's so particular about his hair. I mean, he's not even a little girl! He's just so emotionally attached to it. I do remember crying after haircuts when I was little because I thought I looked ugly though. And Kris is pretty emotionally attached to his long hair. Max must just be a silly combination of the two of us I guess. Makes sense, right?

He's still not as hairy as Sultan though, no matter how hard he tries. Sultan wins every time.

I just keep telling him that it will grow back. What I don't tell him is that when it grows back we'll just cut it again. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

~~Hair Can Be Scary Sometimes~~

I was getting a little tired of my hair. It was pretty long (by my hair's standards) and I was just getting the itch to do something with it. I just didn't know if I felt good about cutting it shortish, after growing it out for so long. I like my hair to be long. But anyway, I was really feeling the itch. So, I came up with a compromise. Bangs. Yikes, right? But I've seen a good amount of bangs around lately, especially once I started paying attention to see if there was a look that I liked. You can do a lot of different stuff with bangs, if you know how.
So I just went for it. It made me a little nervous, but I went for it anyway.
I think most of youguys know what my hair looked like before, but I know I don't put a ton of pictures of myself up here, so just in case you're unsure, here are a few before pictures:

























































Some of these pictures show my hair better than others of course. Since I'm the family photographer, pictures of my are a little tough to find (which is pretty ok with me usually).
So anyway, I figured hair grows back and I went for it.
It was a little scary to see my hairdresser girl chop off the front of my hair. I mean I'm pretty brave, but I haven't had real bangs since I was about 12. I was scared that once it was all done I'd look 12!
So anyway, she finished up, and I thought it looked ok, but weird and different for sure.
Kris came home from school that day and gave me the weirdest look! I don't think he liked it at all. He says he likes it now, but....
So here are some after pictures. I'd love some opinions from youguys. After having the bangs for about a week and doing them several different ways, I think I like them. Not necessarily so much that I'd keep them for the rest of my life, but I don't hate the way I look. Which I guess was a risk, so I'm lucky! But hair grows back even though it might take a long time.






























Sorry, I know that was a lot of pictures, but I want fair educated opinions.
But really, where's Nick Arrojo when I need him? Probably in New York hanging out with Kris!