When the sewing machine is off…

I decide I need a trim.  And that my trim needs a trim.  And then to just go ahead and give myself a boy hair cut.  I had a pixie to begin with… but now it’s SHORT, people.  And yes, I do cut my own hair, because I’m cheap.  One plus is that I’ve just saved myself 2 or 3 of my next cuts.  (Actually, It’s already a lot longer than it was when I took this picture)

The camera hates me, or I hate it.  Probably both.  Seriously… I felt like such a goon “posing” to show you my haircut.

I’m sending hate mail to Bev’s newest tooth in the works.

One child INSISTS on sleeping on the floor with a throw pillow, while the other sprawls luxuriously on a soft bed with full-sized pillow and blankets.  It’s enough to feed a motherly complex.  Seriously, if you peeked into my home while they slept… given that weren’t creepy… you’d definitely think I had a favorite.

The stroller takes me and the girls to parts of our new neighborhood we haven’t seen yet.  I could get used to having a forest around the corner, it’s breathtaking.