This weekend I decided to get my hair cut. Short. It turned out really well but it needs to be a bit shorter. I'm done with fooling with my hair for awhile. I want to wash it and go. Unfortunately I am rather a somewhat large girl. So my body now reminds me of a peanut sitting on a watermelon. Here's the cut:
It's not too bad. I still want it shorter on top.
And because I hate having my picture taken and I was the only one at home to take my picture I now present you with the unfortunate attempts at getting a picture where I don't look like a total dork:
I also took a picture of Abigail and Brigid's three year old school pictures when they were at Mother of Good Counsel:
This is Abigail. I'm hoping this isn't a sign of things to come. You know, mugshot and all. Four years later and I still crack up everytime I see this picture. Poor Abby.
And then there's Brigid. I love the look on her face here. I think it captures her stinkerness. Brigid was a stinker at 3. And at 4. 5 too. And until she was 6 1/2. Now, as Brigid puts it, she is pleasant. Sometimes she is the only one being pleasant (her words too). I just love this kid.