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Prom Pictures (ZOMG!)

May 21, 2012 By Lisa Leave a Comment

I can’t believe I have a daughter old enough to not only attend prom, but old enough to look like this:

Kind-of blows my mind, y’know? In the blink of an eye or a snap of your finger, WHAM, it happens and they grow and instead of Barbies, it’s make up. Or boys. Or prom.

Hard to believe we’re going to be sending her off to college in a little over a year.

The childhood firsts never stop happening, even when they reach teenage-hood. She starts work at her first job this week (tomorrow, to be exact). We’ll be enrolling her in driver’s ed to get her license, and shopping for her first car.

(Let’s not forget to mention that, being our first and oldest, it’s OUR first time, too, doing this as parents.)

It all feels like it’s happening too fast.

A Pregnancy Haircut Before Birth? Gulp.

February 23, 2012 By Lisa Leave a Comment

Today I had an all-important doctor’s appointment to get my 39-week Are-you-ready-to-give-birth-yet? check (that crazy update will occur with tomorrow’s post complete with belly pics). As I stood up from the table, I noticed the mirror on the back of the exam room’s door. (Have you all noticed this, too? Why do doctor’s exam rooms each have mirrors on the back of their doors? What the heck? Anyhoo…)

When I stood up, I noticed in the mirror that my layered hair was slightly tucked behind my ears, with my long layers to the back and my short layers draped over my shoulders, basically making me look like I had a long bob. It suddenly hit me… that’s not a bad look for a haircut! I grabbed my Droid and snapped a quick pic, so you can help me be the judge:

What do you think of that length? I’ve had a length similar to this before, but I have GOT to be honest, after the Epicly Uncool Hair Fiasco of 2009 (and pretty much every year we’ve moved and I’ve had to find a new salon), I’m a bit gun-shy in the not-wanting-to-be-butchered department. Because I have skillz in the hair-butchered department. I am the Bermuda Triangle of bad cuts, y’know.

I’m also a wee bit nervous about such a drastic change just before giving birth. If I cut it short, it might not go back into a clip or ponytail as easy, and those first few weeks at home, convenience is goooood. But I’m also concerned about the Vulcan Death Grip fingers newborns are born with, and the whole hair-pulling thing, which is why I’m leaning towards “yes” as to getting it chopped.

This time, though, I would probably not get layers, I would probably just stick with the bob. Maybe a teeny-weeny little bit of layering at the ends, to lighten up the weight to give it a bit more bounce.

Maybe kind-of like the Anne Hathaway ‘do from this post*? Yeah?

Except not red. Noooooot red. I am too tan to pull that off. But the cut? Cute, yeah?

*PS – Don’t know where all the comments went on that hairstyle post. I wish I could access them, you guys had GREAT insight last time I needed your help. Sigh.

A Look at Our Everyday – Toddler Spa for Mom

January 12, 2012 By Lisa 1 Comment

I may have a desk tucked away in a corner of my bedroom, but my children are never far from me, ever. We’ll do schoolwork while mommy works, or they’ll color besides me, if not sitting with me on the chair (that is, before the belly grew). Lately, my kids have taken a shine to playing “beauty school” with me, complete with makeup AND hair do’s. They are my best lotion rubber-uppers, my hair brushers and do-ers, my make-up putter-onners. Today I decided to share a bit into our everyday with you.

View of my Desk of Doom™

Despite being expensive powder and brushes, my kids have learned how to use mommy’s tools properly. They brush carefully on my face, my arms, my chest (no makeup on there, of course). My daughter pretends she paints my nails with it (been there done that with her before, not revisiting anytime soon). Baby Dude is a really good lotion apply-er on my feet, carefully slathering me up with my night foot cream. He’s also learning the fine art of powder dusting, even though there’s little-to-no powder on his brush.

This is what’s currently to the right side of my Macbook

Baby Sis brushes my hair, applying her hair pretties, a faux lei and her crown. Brushbrushbrush, she poses my head, sits her crown atop my newly done hair.

This is what’s currently on the left side.

View from the computer

As she brushed and coiffed on the chair behind me (since my lap has considerably less room than it used to), I turned on Photo Booth and began snapping away. She heard the noise, turned, and instantaneously became a huge dork. (She wasn’t the only one. I’m wearing a freakin’ crown for crying out loud! Heh.)

Brushbrushbrush

Wait, what? Mom, da camewa’s on?

*Insert dorkdom here*

And here…

.. aaaand here…

..still going…

.. but she stops, brushes her own hair, puts her headband back on, and poses for a picture with mommy.

We don’t lead the most glamorous life – I’m still in my pajamas, still wiping the sleep from my eyes so she can apply my cheap-o eyeshadow, and the only reason my hair got brushed today was because my toddler did it for me, but I wake up everyday in heaven on Earth because they are lying beside me.

My desk may be a mess, and I’m constantly on the prowl for a good nap, but last night, when I had every kid in the my living room after school, either playing Just Dance 3 or crafting with yarn besides me while I was crafting a hat on the knitting loom, my heart just about leapt from my chest.

My everyday has messes, but it’s full of children, of life, and of love. I wouldn’t trade a single thing, even those God-awful poopie diapers Baby Dude bestows upon me.

I am blessed, mess and all.

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