My Life in a Nut Shell

3 surgeries for Endometriosis, countless medications, and lots of difficult years trying to conceive. We put the medical stuff on hold and decided to work on being parents instead. In July of 2000 we were blessed beyond all measure with a phone call announcing the birth of our daughter, Megan. Megan's birth mother had given birth the day before and was leaving the hospital. We had no warning that Megan was coming. At 4:29 in the afternoon we were a couple, at 4:30 we were parents. Deciding that we wanted a sibling for Megan, we looked into all our options. This time insurance covered IVF. One round and we were blessed with triplets, Abigail, Brigid, and Caroline. Did you know that there is a 70% chance of divorce in families of Higher Order Multiples? Almost two years after the triplets were born my ex-husband and I separated and eventually divorced. During that time both my Mother and Father passed away from cancer. In February of 2007 my sister came to live with us to help out. In December of 2008 she had to leave so now it is me on my own with the girls. In February 2010, Lisa passed away and finally found her own Peace.

Monday, September 6, 2010

My New Haircut

I like to change my hair quite often.  I love to change the color.  It's been every color under the sun.  Black, brown, red, blonde, pink, and orange.  The pink and orange were from an unfortunate coloring accident.  I had jet black hair with white highlights.  Call it my midlife crisis.  The roots were growing out and I decided to go back to blonde, my original color.  I bought the new color and began.  By the time I was done I had the most beautiful blonde hair.  On my roots.  The rest of my hair was in waves of color that went from blonde, to pink, to magenta, to orange to gray and finally to jet black.  $200 later and 6 HOURS in a salon chair and my hair was back to blonde.  I won't make that mistake again. 

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.


Natasha said...

The haircut looks great!! :)

Kristina said...

Thank you!!