What you NEED to know about my hair

Today, I will talk about hair. Because, really, what is more exciting than hair?

I have been growing mine out for a while, because I was experimenting and I thought I could live with it. That lasted until a couple of days ago, when I was watching our podcast and saw this. >> Oh.Heck.No. 

No, no, no.

So I set my heart to get a haircut. So God, who laughs at my plans, had my husband lined up to lead worship every day since we've been home. 

Here's the deal. I have turned into kinda a wuss when it comes to going places with my wee ones. I used to strap Brynn on, put Toby in some kinda wheeled device, and attach R2's hand to said wheeled device, and go everywhere. I was awesome. We'd go to Walmart, and people would literally stop me to tell me how good my kids were, and how amazing I was. Those were the days. 

These days, I tend to hold Brynn into wheeled devices by force and seatbelt while shrieking like a fishwife at Toby to come back before he gets smashed by a cart and I am never taking him anywhere ever again. R2 is in school a lot, but when he's not I am also scrambling to pick up random groceries he has gathered out of our cart and tossed down the aisle for a good joke.  

So no, not so much of the solo anymore. I do still take them to the library, and scan titles frantically while whispering threats. 

(disclaimer: they are still the best kids anywhere. i spend an hour in walmart and 30 minutes at the library with NO fits... just hyperactivity and curiosity) 

This is getting kind of long, but maybe I just feel in the zone a little bit. Probably because I ate fish, which is brain food. 

So anyway, I was planning on taking the babies with me to get my haircut at Great Clips, because I had a coupon for $7.99 and I am a glutton for punishment. I notified the world of this via the internet, like I do for all of my activities in all of my life, and I got a tweet back from my friend Tracie... she wanted to cut my hair. Now, Hannah has volunteered to cut my hair before, but it was more of a joke. Tracie was serious. So I carped the diem. (BTW, if you have not read Tracie's blog, go catch up. They're heroes) I put the babies down for their nap and escaped, leaving the MOG in charge.

It helped to know that Tracie cuts her daughter's hair, and her husband's... because they are rock stars. So I was excited. 

I went over there and showed her my picture of what I always do, but specified I did not want to look like such a mom. (moms are awesome, but they look kind of lame). The end result was really cool. Then I came home and dyed it bright auburn. It can stick up really good if I put stuff in it, too. I think I might get to be in the band now. Maybe a tambourine or something...