First haircut

BEFORE


DURING

AFTER


So cute! Thanks Mollie! And thanks to Liz and Luke for being my photographer. :) I'm not going to lie though, I liked his long fuzzy hair, but it was time and it always grows back eh?

"Banas" are a nice gift

A few weeks ago there were five houses behind ours that were completed and families moved in...almost all of them have boys, little boys. Luke happened to see them all playing outside while he was taking a bath and was just in awe of them. I felt so bad that he had to go to bed while they were all out playing in the dirt having fun. But he didn't really say too much about it; he just watched intently. Every night at bedtime I rock with Luke and talk about our day, which usually turns into listing everything that we did that day. I was going through the usual list, when he interrupted me and said "maybe tomorrow we can take some 'banas' (bananas) over to those boys and say hi?" Of course I said sure, that's a great idea, while I'm wondering how in the world he came up with this idea. I hadn't said anything about taking anything over to our new neighbors and was a wee bit shocked that he did. Kids are better than we are eh? But I loved it that he wanted to take bananas, because hey, who wouldn't want some nice fresh bananas that we just bought at the store?

On another note, if you're familiar with my hair issues, getting a good cut that is...I would like to report that I finally got one. Hal-le-freaking-lujah! I was so happy to actually like my cut. The night after I got it cut I had a dream that I was heading to something very important and special, and decided that I needed to "fix" my hair. And if you know anything about me, you also know that I tend to take the scissors to my hair right after I get my usual crap hair cuts. So in my dream I got the clippers out, yup clippers, and went straight up the sides of my head, leaving the top long of course (didn't want to be too drastic), but just shaved the sides. My hairdresser was all of a sudden in my dream, although it wasn't the real lady, it was a man, which I imagine to have looked something like "Cinna" might look in the Hunger Games (if you've read it). He was looking at me like "you just ruined such a good thing, and now look at you!" My new hair cut was hideous and I'm just in shock at myself for being so stupid to ruin what was a good cut...finally! I was so mad at myself. And I was of course running late for me very special event and didn't have time to change/fix my hair before I had to leave. And then I woke up. Nightmare eh? I think part of my trauma with hair cuts since I've moved here is just getting used to the Sanpete way. If you ever plan on moving here talk to me first before you get your hair cut here.

Yamahama it's fright night

As promised. Here are the pictures. Right after I got it cut my nephew Kyle kept telling me that I looked like a boy. He's nine so what do you expect, but kids all too often speak the harsh truth some times.

Here's the left side that she totally botched. Check out that chin, I could poke someone's eye out with that thing if I'm not careful. Okay you're right, the nose could too.


The right side, better but still doesn't look great. (Never mind what Luke is doing!)


This might be as good as it gets. Our happy family Thanksgiving picture.

The bane of my existence

I'm not really sure what the deal is as of late, but I can't buy a good hair cut to save my life. It really is my quest in life (as stated in my profile) to find the perfect hair cut or maybe I need to change that to perfect beautician, or whatever they want to be called. It'll never happen. I've finally opened my eyes to the fact that it will never exist. It seems that I find someone that I think is fantastic and then it's all down hill from there. Is this not true for everyone else? They painstakingly pay an enormous amount of attention to details, ask lots of questions and are so careful when they are finished to instill in your mind that if you get home and it's not working to call them right away and they will take care of it. Fast forward six months and what do you get? No attention to details, no looks in the mirror (so you can see how horrible the back is before you get home), and most definitely not the "let me know if something's not working for you!" You pay them and tip them for a kick in the butt as you walk out the door. I've been going through my mind if it's kosher to call them and just let them know that your hair cut sucks, but you don't want to come back in because you're afraid they'll mess it up even more. (You can't really undo going too short now can you.) And I also really want to tell her that I now know why she gave me this elf'ish style (yah, she really did part my hair around my ears and told me that's how she styled her hair when she had it short and it was "super cute"...in what elf kingdom?) because she cut it too short over the left ear, so there was no hair there anymore! A good three inch difference from the right side to the left. I guess that would explain why there was no checking both sides for symmetry. Or the "let me know if something isn't working for you" comment. I think we should make it socially acceptable to tip for the previous hair cut the next time you go in, then they would realize how they are doing. Or maybe you could make the tip "pending" for a day or two until you really get to see how the cut is. Is that too much to ask? I hate paying and tipping for crap hair cuts. Aaarrrrgghhhh! Can you feel my frustration? Especially when you get it cut right before the holidays thinking you want to have cute hair for pictures and videos and all that entourage, but now I'm feeling like the village idiot with my lopsided hair do. "Your childhood is calling Sandra, they want their hair-do back!"

p.s. I'm still debating whether I want to post a picture or not, so you can all see what I'm talking about.