Hair Woes

If you have been reading this blog for any amount of time, or you know me in person, then you will know that my hair is used as a negotiation in our marriage. You see, I like it short, Ben likes it long. I use this to my advantage to earn a little extra spending money. The amount isn't that important, it is more of a way that both of us can get our way with such a silly thing. We both agree to the terms, and a contract is entered into. Some years it is more formal than others. One year, we signed an agreement in Ben's journal. This year, no formal treaty was signed, but I have already spent the money...so...well...we are bound for the next THREE YEARS. That's right.

I can't cut my hair, expect for a trim, until July 21, 2016!

So here it was the last time I cut my hair. Around July 21. Also, serious bed head in this picture, but it shows the length.

 

 

This is today.

 

 

I could really use a trim, as my hair has become really fluffy. However, I am nervous because if they cut too much off I have to start the hair clock over. That's a bummer.

So right now, I am doing everything I can to camouflage the craziness that is my hair. This thing in my hair happens to be a belt from a skirt. Yesterday it was the ribbon from a bedding set. Desperate people. Desperate.

I am excited to grow my hair out, but at this point it is a little awkward.

 

Any ideas to cover my mop?

 

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How we celebrate around here.

It's the New Year here. As in Sri Lankan/Tamil New Year.

It is a pretty big deal, and we have joined in the festivities. When I say we, I really mean Jack and myself.  We really know how to celebrate.

Jack's school had an awesome assembly that included dancing and audience participation, and man, we both KILLED it.

Here I am participating in the traditional bun eating contest:

I had some fantastic pictures of him dancing, but unfortunately there were too many other children in the picture for me to post. 

(You know, not having permission from parents, and not sure how comfortable people are with their children's pictures on the interwebz.)

Jack getting ready to perform.  

 Jack smashing a clay pot. I really don't know much about what is behind smashing the clay pot, but it is a tradition, and I love traditions.

Thank you friends for all the pictures. 

None of these pictures were taken by me or with my camera, but obviously, I have chosen friends wisely.

Oh, and if you didn't already know, I chopped my hair.  Again. 

Control Issues.

There are very few things in life that I have control over.  The last little while I have felt that there are fewer and fewer things that I have control over, so today I took control of one thing.  My hair. 

I am not in love with it.  What you can't see is the back is REALLY short. 

Jack told me that we have the same hair. 

Great.

 

Ben told me the front was okay, but that I looked like a boy in the back. 

Neat. 

He did say that he was glad that I was willing to try new things, but it is good that hair grows.

The good news is I have gained some perspective about control.  Maybe some things are better in the control of others, even when it has to do with where we are going to live for 2-3 years.

The end of a contract.

Before pictures of my hair "as is".  Kind of out of control.

For the last two years, Ben has paid me to keep my hair long.  It has been a long two years for me, but Ben was happy and I had some extra money.  The contract was up September 30th.  I was definitely ready for a change.  My hair was out-of-control long, and most of the time it was in a pony tail.   On Saturday I went in for a haircut.  Honestly, I am not 100% in love with it.  I really hope that I will figure out how to make it my own, and style it in a way so I will like it more. 

The better news- Cheesecake Factory was in the same shopping center as my hair place.  Of course I had to stop by and get two pieces of cheesecake (both for me).  I ended up being really nice and sharing a few bites with the boys. Two pieces was a little ambitious for one person.

They tipped over during the ride home, but it did not affect the taste AT ALL.

Chocolate Mousse and Dulce de Leche Carmel.  So Yummy!

{Thanks, friend.}

A Day of Firsts.

To continue our celebration of the boys birthdays, we went to the movie theater to watch Toy Story 3.  It was great, Jack LOVED being in the movie theater, and eating popcorn from his own bag.  Thomas loved climbing up and down the stairs and trying to eat all the food off of the floor. 

After the movie we stopped to get the boys haircuts. Thomas cried the whole time, but he was able to get a trim.  During his haircut, Jack sat in a police car, watched a movie, and had a sucker.  Really, does it get better than that?  Not for little Jack. 

Haircut.

Before.

After.

I am still in shock.  I came home from church last night, and I didn't recognize my little one.  I mean, I know he needed a haircut, but this is really short.

Jack and The Grandparents.

We came down to Virginia a few days before Ben's training began so that we could spend some time with my parents.  They happened to be visiting VA for a retirement ceremony for my pa. 
What a treat for Jack. He was able to spend two days with Grandma and Grandpa.  Jack was in HEAVEN!  He was able to have two loving adults spend every moment paying attention to him.  What a lucky boy.
Boy, were we happy also.  He was such a good kid.  We were able to eat at a restaurant without a major upset for the first time in over a year.  He was so well behaved, I could cry. 
For instance, they came home from the store, and my mom said, what a good boy Jack was, "we told him he could pick out a toy, and he went to one toy, picked it out, and was so happy and content". 
I thought this was great because just two weeks ago, a trip to Walmart had ended in blood, sweat and tears for that very thing.  I had told Jack he could pick out a special toy, and he chose a toy, but kept changing his mind.  Finally, we went with the one in his hands.  As soon as we left the toy aisle, he started crying because he had changed his mind again, and we left with nothing. 
I am glad, though, that he was good for his grandparents, because at least he knows HOW he is supposed to behave even if he doesn't do it for me.

On another note, Ben shaved his head this week.  He gave up the battle of the receding hair line. 

I think it looks great.  He is also growing a goatee, super hot.