I had grand plans for today.  My plan was to get lovely pictures with MY kids this weekend.  Actually jump in front of the camera and allow photos of me to be taken.  Then Matt and the kids surprised me with a gift card to my salon.  So instead I thought, GREAT.  I can get rid of the grey hairs, make it all one nice rich color again and get the same fabulous cut I had last time.  Then I will jump in front of the camera and allow photos of myself to be taken.  Fast forward to this mid-morning.  And a cut that is about two inches shorter than I wanted.  That doesn’t sound too bad, until you consider that I wanted it chin length.  So take chin length and crop it up two more inches.  And add in the fact that I said it was okay to do “stacked” in the back.  That means they are going to taper your hair up a few inches.  Yeahhh.  Didn’t understand that when I agreed to it.  I say I look like a manly mushroom.  Matt is kind and says “it’s not that bad.”  I say, “yay for hair growing quickly!”   And my friends politely tell me it’s “awesome.”  I do, no matter what else, absolutely LOVE the color.  So that is the great part.  And in another six to eight weeks when it has grown out, I think I too will love it.   Lesson learned, communicate more with your stylist.  (Whom I still do love)

So yeah.  Long winded way of saying I am NOT appearing in these pictures.  At least not until I’ve had a few days to get used to a wayyy short haircut.  Instead I took Layne out with *her* new haircut for some quick snaps in the backyard.  She loves being outside and running around and she will randomly just squat down and play with dirt, pebbles, sidewalk, whatever which gives me twenty seconds of still.   God do I love this girl…

I find many things technically wrong with this photo but I just don’t care.  I love it.  Mommy goggles all around.