Blakey

Sometimes I wish I could put this little boy in a bottle and keep him this way forever. He is all personality and fun. Even though he is getting closer and closer to turning 3, he is my baby and he knows it too!

He will be turning 3 in June and slowly, but surely, the baby is disappearing and the boy he is becoming is more certain every day.

I have been holding onto his long baby locks for 2 years now. I loved the way his hair sweeped down against his face, but recently his hair was looking too much "business in the front, party in the back."

So...I gritted my teeth and cut his hair. He looks so much more grown up...I don't know if I can stand it! But, I guess in someway, he will always be my baby.

Look at this cute guy! Isn't he handsome!

He is such a sweet boy too!

Blonde and Sassy!

Aren't self-portraits the best?

{{can you sense my sarcasm}}

This is the best I can do...my 4-year old probably could have taken a better picture.

Anyway. It's blonde. It's shorter. And, fun to have a change.

The stylist really teased it high and put tons of product in it so it would stay that way. That's probably the main reason Taylor thought I looked so funny.

This picture is a much more tamed down version of the original day.

Gosh, can Summer take any longer to get here...I really need a tan!

Manic Monday

So. Yesterday I spent the ENTIRE morning getting a hair makeover!

Yes! Finally! I found someone who I felt worthy to do my hair. She is cute, sweet, experienced, and oh-so-willing to consult, cut, and hi-light just the way I like it.

Anyway, after a much needed new-DO...I rushed to the Elementary School to teach 3 hours of PE.

Nothing gives you a better self-esteem boost, especially after a new haircut, than 2nd, 3rd, and 4th graders saying "Hey! You cut your hair" or "Hey! I really like your hair." or "Hey! I love your hair Mrs. D."

My self-esteem boost, however, was briefly put on hold during a PE softball game when I called a young 4th grade girl "OUT." She was so mad at me for calling her "OUT" that she sat in the corner, cried, and told all her friends that she "HATES" me.

{{How do I know she hates me, you might ask? Well, in the 4th grade, everyone likes to be in-the-know and likes to make sure if you're not in-the-know that they get you in-the-know.

So. That's how I know.}}

Yes! Like, I said, my self-esteem boost was only briefly put on hold and I was still feeling pretty great until 3 hours later...walking down the hall to greet Taylor and take her home...the look on her face (puzzled and strange) said it all...

But, the look wasn't enough, she just. had. to. say. it. out. LOUD..."Mom, you look funny!"

What a drag!

If this is was Elementary School is like, I am so glad I'm not teaching Middle School!