The Long and Short of it

This post is so long over due that it's embarrassing.

So I've been growing my hair out (with only minor trims) since 2004. I had always believed that my hair wouldn't grow long--it just stopped when it hit my shoulder blades. Granted, maybe that's because I would get impatient at how slow it grows and cut it. But nevertheless, a roommate of mine gushed at how beautiful it would be if I grew it long, so I tried. For 5 years.

And grow it did...

It grew and it grew and it grew. And finally, when I could only put it in a ponytail, or braid, or blow-dry it for 10 minutes, I decided it was time to go under the knife! (well, scissors anyway)

So I called my VERY talented friend--who is AMAZING by the way--and made the appointment before I changed my mind. She was great; gave me several opportunities to back out if I wanted, counted to three, and then SNIP, SNIP, SNIP! And the hardest part was done. After that was the fun part--the washing, the head massaging, the pampering, the staring in the mirror. Then there was a little disbelief, but no crying. Probably 14-15 inches cut off, and not one single tear! I'm such a big girl!

(this was the 2nd round of cut-off)

BEFORE:

AFTER :
(incidentally, this is not my favorite picture...)

Notice the difference in color. I thought I was losing my blonde and going dark!

It took me a couple of days to do it myself so that I liked taking a picture.

And now I'm really enjoying the length! I can still wear ponytails, and it doesn't take NEARLY as long to style it. And it doesn't get caught as much as it did before (i.e. stuck under Honey's arm when we sit together, stuck under the straps of my purse, and flying up to get stuck in the door of the car when I sit down in a rush...)

Truthfully, one of the biggest reasons I cut it was because the Boy was always pulling it! I thought that would change with it being short....NOPE! He still pulls it, but it isn't as hard to untangle his fingers now.

So, I'm happy. :)

Woo Hoo!

I needed a pair of shorts to wear hiking, and since I only have one pair currently, I was in a fix. What was I supposed do? I didn't want to cut a pair of my pants (since I only have two), so I thought maybe--just maybe--if I wished hard enough.....Honey's shorts would fit me.
I went to his drawer, pulled out a pair, looked them over, and sighed. I pulled them on and....

THEY FIT!

I was overjoyed! That's the first time since we have been married that a pair of Honey's non-workout pants have fit over my feminine hips!

That moment alone caused my day to be full of rejoicing.

Michael Buble - and I'm happy :)

This is a picture taken from a cell phone during the MICHAEL BUBLE CONCERT we went to last night! WOW! So much fun, so awesome, I loved it.
Thanks Homebodies for the Christmas Present! (and thanks Noelle, Becky & Chase for watching the Boy so we could go out without worrying!)
More details to come about this. Just wanted to rejoice for a moment ...!

Honey taking care of the Boy

Here are a few of the moments I've captured of Honey taking care of the Boy.

Honey is not pictured here because he was posing the boy to look like George Washington.... I heard Honey chuckling one day and found him taking pictures like this:

I asked Honey to entertain the Boy so I could make dinner...

Playing with the Boy



Relaxing before bed....



Yep, Honey is definitely a daddy! He works hard for us every day, and still spends time with his favorite Boy... We love you Honey!

Everyday Life

Mascara Commercial on tv:
TV: How do you get such explosive lashes?
Honey: Dynamite?

Filling out the Census Form:
Honey: I'm going to put myself as #1, because I'm filling this out. The Boy gets to be #2 because he's cute. You have to be last.

During a General Conference Talk:
Speaker: Once when I was having a particularly rough time...
Ruth: Why do you think she was having a hard time?
Honey: Because she burned the toast.

I ask Honey to take a picture of me. When I get the camera to check the picture, I see this:

Playing DVD MadGab:
Honey shouts out the answer: Bury the Hatchet! Ha! I win! I win!
When Honey leaves the room, I quickly use the remote to mark that Honey got the answer wrong. He returns to the room, still chanting that he won.
Honey: I buried the hatchet! What the...?! How did I lose? I'm not going to bury THIS hatchet!

Tooths

My boy is growing up too fast.
Two weeks ago, Honey found something pokey coming up out of the Boy's bottom gum. Last week I woke up to "Hey, I think there's another one!" And now the Boy has TWO teeth on the bottom that he loves to show off!

I didn't give him permission to reach milestones like that yet...

Making the most of a Snowstorm

So at the beginning of this month, we had a random snowstorm. I actually enjoyed it, but I got to stay inside and watch it all from a cozy house. I wondered how the boy would like it, so I set him in front of the sliding glass door and saw these reactions:











That night at about 10:00, this is what our family was doing:
The boy supervised our work....
and enjoyed the task!




















The next day, Honey decided to improve his ginormous snowman.











Eventually, we were the awe of all the boys in the neighborhood with this giant creation:
He had to CLIMB to stand on it, rather than just step up a little. We estimated that it was near 12 feet tall, until the top 4 snowballs toppled within a couple of hours. I'm so glad that my Honey likes to play in the snow. Now I won't have to when the Boy gets older...! :)