Yesterday me and the boys went to St. George with my mom and sister. Crue grabbed my mom's glasses and put them on. He laughed and thought he was so funny. It was cute.
The main reason for going to St. George? To get my hair cut. Here is my hair before.
Here is the biggest cut.
Crue sitting on a little ottoman that was just the right size for him while my sister got her hair cut and I was sitting under the dryer. He was drinking out of a little cup and spilled all down the front of him.
Here's the final result! This is my sister-in-law Molly. She's the only one that I would trust to do this much of a cut on me, especially when I didn't know exactly what I wanted. I just sent her pictures of stuff I liked and told her a few things that I didn't want and wanted and told her to do what would look best. She did a few highlights since my hair has gone darker and then did a really cute cut.
Here's the back.
Here's the braid. It was 15 inches long and then she cut about another inch off after that! I'm donating it to
Beautiful Lengths. I've donated twice before to
Locks of Love so I thought I'd do a different one this time.
When I got there Molly made a ponytail and cut it off and then put some highlights in it because donated hair can't have color in it. When my mom and sister showed up I was under the dryer and they saw my hair and thought it was a pretty bad cut but they didn't dare say anything. When Molly was cutting Desiree's hair Desiree asked her what she was going to do to mine. That's when they found out that my hair was not done being cut and they were both relieved. It was pretty funny.
When we go to my parent's house Crue usually does one of two things - he heads straight for the toy room or he'll get on the trampoline out back. He loves to "crash" (fall over) and jump. It's so cute.
Look at those big cheeks! They're so dang cute, especially when he smiles really big. I just love my little boy!
Check out those big legs! He's actually not extremely chubby (as in roll after roll after roll). He's about as long as he is tall, percentage wise.
Crue in front of the Blazer (the tire is about as tall as he is!).
When Jared was taking pictures he was careful to not get the GMC on the front (he wants a bowtie there) so I took this one from the truck to get a better picture of it.
Climbing some rocks.
Now that's more like it - it's a lot steeper in person. Looks like we'll need a roll bar. :)
We got there before everyone else. I wasn't feeling too good (neither was cooper so either he shared what he had or I think it was just a lack of sleep from being up with a sick baby plus Crue getting out of bed a few times a night) so I stayed in the truck with Cooper and Jared and Crue hung around outside until everyone else got there. Then Crue went and played with Bret and Jared took the Blazer out a few times and rode the pit bike a couple of times. The first thing Crue did was squat down and rub his hands in the dirt. I told Jared he was in little boy heaven. We were talking for a minute when I looked over and Crue had raccoon eyes made from dirt. It was pretty funny.
The main reason for going to St. George? To get my hair cut. Here is my hair before.
Here is the biggest cut.
Crue sitting on a little ottoman that was just the right size for him while my sister got her hair cut and I was sitting under the dryer. He was drinking out of a little cup and spilled all down the front of him.
Here's the final result! This is my sister-in-law Molly. She's the only one that I would trust to do this much of a cut on me, especially when I didn't know exactly what I wanted. I just sent her pictures of stuff I liked and told her a few things that I didn't want and wanted and told her to do what would look best. She did a few highlights since my hair has gone darker and then did a really cute cut.
Here's the back.
Here's the braid. It was 15 inches long and then she cut about another inch off after that! I'm donating it to Beautiful Lengths. I've donated twice before to Locks of Love so I thought I'd do a different one this time.
When I got there Molly made a ponytail and cut it off and then put some highlights in it because donated hair can't have color in it. When my mom and sister showed up I was under the dryer and they saw my hair and thought it was a pretty bad cut but they didn't dare say anything. When Molly was cutting Desiree's hair Desiree asked her what she was going to do to mine. That's when they found out that my hair was not done being cut and they were both relieved. It was pretty funny.
Here's my cute, sad, vaseline covered little boy.
