Chop-chop

I cut my hair. Really cut it. A week and a half ago. While Dave's mom was here visiting.

The entire four years we lived in California I had my hair fairly short, and the four years we've lived in Oregon I've had it fairly long. So I figured it was about time for my quadrennial hairstyle change. So I finally took the plunge: I cut it short and got side bangs too. (That's probably even more shocking- I haven't had bangs since I was 12.)

Exhibit A: Short-ish hair in California from 2002-2006

Camryn and I at the now-defunct "Where the Wild Things Are" exhibit at the Zeum in San Francisco. January 2005.

Okay, this picture was actually taken in Seattle when my sister and I went to the MTNA convention. This was my first time riding in a limo. April 2005.

One more January 2005 picture, just so I can marvel at how skinny I was. And that was after two kids!

Exhibit B: Long-ish hair in Oregon from 2006-2010

October 2007: I was pregnant with Jackson.

March 2008: After Jackson's baby blessing.

January 2009: With Jackson on an airplane coming home from Christmas at Grandma's

December 2009: After Adelyn's baby blessing.

Exhibit C: Short-ish hair again, from 2010-???? (All of these photos were self-taken, so not exactly the best around....)

Rock that short hair!

So I guess I'm good for another four years, at which point I can contemplate a possible switch. :)

Hairspray... or the lack thereof...

I have a friend who just wrote a blog post about mommy hair... you know, how you chop your hair off when you have a baby so it will be easier to care for. She was saying that she wants to grow it out again so it looks more "hot mama" and less "Laura Bush." (Although I have to say for the record that I think her hair looks great.) The post made me reflect a little on my hairstyle... or lack thereof.

I had shorter hair for a long time after I had Camryn, with the theory that it would be easier to care for. My resultant hairstyle ended up being less "Laura Bush" and more "Laura Bush just rolled out of bed and ran a brush through her hair." So I grew my hair out. It is now long... and that's about all. So my current hairstyle of choice is "slightly disheveled ponytail" (not to be confused with "the messy pony" or other actually deliberate hairstyles). I had a goal of going out and getting a fabulous haircut right before Adelyn was born, but with her induction date getting moved up that didn't quite happen. She just turned 6 weeks old yesterday and I still haven't gotten a haircut.

Do you ever have one of those moments where you look in the mirror (or more often, see a picture of yourself) and realize that how you picture yourself looking isn't how you actually look anymore? (Or that the weight that you picture yourself weighing it not what you weigh anymore? ;] I guess pregnancy and nursing both do that to you.) I could definitely use a mommy make-over. But as much as I could use it, Addy is still only 6 weeks old, doesn't take a bottle yet and Dave's work schedule is as crazy as ever. When it comes down to it, looking fabulous ends up on my list of theoretical rather than actual priorities.

I would invoke the classic "there is a time and season" quote, but that would make me sound like a dying vine that has resigned myself to looking haggard forever. Which isn't true... I fully intend to look fabulous again. Just maybe next week....