Finally!

I celebrated a fabulous 23rd birthday last week and on Tuesday I finally got the last of my birthday presents! Rich scheduled an appointment for me to get my hair done. I've been complaining about it for months but have been too lazy and cheep to take any action. I don't know how many inches I cut off, but if was a heaping dustpan full! It was halfway down my back (and very blah). But I love this cut, it's so much easier, and faster to do.

BEFORE

AFTER

And this is the cute outfit Rich got me earlier for my Birthday. Picked it out all by himself! He's pretty good at that:)
Thanks for making my birthday great babe! And thanks for making me look pretty again! Loves!

I made this! Woot woot!

I know I know, I am the queen of domesticity. Thank you thank you.

A rough couple of days...

This is what happens when you try to run down the driveway and you stop yourself with your face!

Funny funny boy. This was actually a couple of weeks ago but I loved this picture to much to keep it to myself.

Then imagine, the following day he trips while hiking and adds another goose-egg/scrape on the other side of his forehead:)

Kitchen Complaints

I've learned something about myself. I've noticed that the cleanliness of my kitchen directly effects my mood.
Do you ever have those really busy weekends when Monday rolls around and you're looking at a pile of dishes that began accumulating on Thursday? And you see, I don't have a dishwasher. So when I'm staring at a counter that is piled high with almost every dish we own it kind of gets me down. And I have to accept that this project will likely take all day, what with Noah clinging to my leg and screaming and me frequently running out of room on the drying rack.
When I have a bunch of dishes soaking in my sink and my stove is cluttered with dirty pans, I don't have much motivation to cook (or let be honest, I don't even have the motivation to make a PP&J). So without that motivation I scavenge for something quick and easy to ebb my hunger, and I ussually come up with something really clever like that half eaten bag of chocolate chips:)
So I end up eating crap all day and in turn feeding crap to my poor child and then I end up feeling like a terrible mother and a fatty.
So, you see... whatdaya do whatdaya do...