Chopped Off Hair

Ok? Ok?? That's what my stylist asked me today. I feel like I could run singing through the forrest! Best seven inches of hair I ever parted with. I feel like I can move my head left to right again. I feel like I can go maybe seven hours without a crappy headache. I feel like I actually might have a style for once, and not just all my masses of thick hair crammed on top my head in a clip - looking like I just rolled out of bed. Buh-bye seven inches. See ya in the fall! Whatcha think?

Meanwhile, the "little tiger" and I matched, so Daddy took a picture...orange is a good color on us, son!

My little pumpkin...I love him so much I could die from his cuteness overload.

Just because...notice how Anabelle sits in close proximity? I told you. That's her baby.

Daddy loves, loves, loves his little guy...

Many of you have asked how Kaleigh is doing - she has had follow up testing since we came back from Africa and we are still concerned about her liver. She's going in for another ultrasound on the 25th and we'll go from there. At this point, it doesn't seem dire. She's doing ok and other than being miserable from allergies (*her whole life, I might add) she's pretty much herself and still our little punky brewster.

The other night, we had a thunder and lightening storm - a pretty sizable one. Well, this sends Kaleigh to scope out ANYWHERE that she can bury herself and hide until it has well passed. I went looking for her and found her snuggled between Anton's rack of clothes in the closet (and shivering in fear). Sweet baby.

When I left and came back a few minutes later...she had moved...into what I can only describe as..."The Blair Witch Project" position.

(if you didn't see the movie - don't bother. I was scared to be alone for a month after that stupid freaking farce of a movie that I freaking thought was real for freaking ever until I happened upon the actors talking about it on TV...#*$#$*##*$&# If you did see the movie - you should be laughing still.

Yesterday, my little man finally wore an outfit I've had for a while now. My little "Year of the Pig" outfit that Anton got me last year for Keira. (we were still hopeful...sigh) Little did we know that we DID have a little "Piggy" - he just hadn't been born in our hearts or even literally born yet. Well, here he is, in all his glory. Spit up on it ten minutes later in a big way and the new was off like an uncomfortable pair of jeans after binging at the "All You Can Eat" buffet. (come on, this is some of my best material, folks!)

As for the bloggy makeover - still coming. Working on it...working on design...trying to make decisions that I have no time to make at this point - but can't resist. Another couple weeks oughta do it.

For someone who asked where all my sidebar links went - well, they were a casualty of my blog makeover - for the sake of I'm not sure what yet. I just wanted to simplify a little. It was truly meant as no insult or anything of the sort. If your blog is not linked - please know that I love you and your blog and still read them faithfully (though I am an unworthy blogger, because I am comment lazy - or time deprived...ouch) Anyway - the one blog in particular...I can't find! Yikes! So sorry! I know her name was Cindy...and she has a cat as her ID. A grey cat, right? Anyone? We think she may be getting her referral finally?!? Cindy - you out there?