Ode to the "bullet"

Carina,
There aren't too many posts I write that I think to myself afterwards, "wow, she's really going to kill me some day, isn't she?" But this post? Yeah, it's one of them.

For the last few months a number of people have asked what I'm going to do about your hair. And I always reply, "what do you mean?" And then they proceed to point out that you're sort of rocking a messy baby mullet. I just smile and laugh.

Sporting the baby mullet

You're a toddler. You make a mess of your hair every five minutes. Not a day goes by that you don't pretend syrup or black bean juice or cheese sauce (or even all three) is a new type of hair gel. Any and all attempts to wrangle your hair into clips, headbands, or elastics end up in vain as you promptly {and with attitude} pull whatever it is out, throw it on the floor, and give me a death look.

Given that even if you allowed me to stick some elastics in there, I'd have to take them out a half hour later to wash avocado slime out of your hair, I just don't have the energy to care that you have a mullet. If anything, I've grown to adore it, and I even affectionately refer to it as your "bullet" - or baby mullet. Let's celebrate it, in all it's business-up-front-party-in-the-back glory.

The bullet, on vacation at Virginia Beach - August 2012

But oh, sweet Carina...in recent weeks it has gotten a little out of control. I'm not sure for how much longer I can let this go - or grow - on.

The bullet - TODAY

So how about you let me put something - ANYTHING at all in that little mess? Just one clip? Or a teeny tiny elastic? You'll barely notice it's there, promise.

Don't touch my hair I LOVE it!

Okay, I give up. The bullet it is. At least for the immediate future.


Who else's kid is sporting a baby mullet? There's got to be some out there...I hope ;)

I went blonde again, but...

...I was in a hurry and picked the wrong color. UGH. Let's rewind. I was born with very {cute} light blonde hair that became darker and darker as I grew older.

I'm the adorable one on the left ;)

When I was 16, I started dyeing it blonde. That way it remained until I found out I was pregnant with Carina.

Younger, blonder Mama G

I think I waited until right before my baby shower and dyed it one more time. Then? I just let it go. When I posted my 14 week bumpdate a couple months ago I asked for your opinions on whether or not I should leave it be, or go back to blonde. Most of you said that I would make a hot brunette (haha thanks!) but for some reason I just got antsy, wanting to go back to the way it was. Honestly? I just felt prettier when I was blonde.

14 week photo: in desperate need of some hair help

Now on to my mistake. I'm cheap and have always used dye in a box from the drugstore. I know, I know...I've just never been able to afford getting it done professionally. I thought I remembered which shade I used, but I guess I was wrong, because it didn't come out looking like the light blonde pic above.

At least it's not 3 different colors (like in my bumpdate photo), though, right? I think I'll give it 4-6 weeks and then go for the lighter color. So for now, consider it a work in progress ;)

Or...I guess it's a possibility that I did buy the right color, and my hair is semi-rejecting it. I'm hoping that pregnancy didn't completely change my hair's ability to absorb dye. Has anyone had experience in this area?

Ha, sorry for such a superficial post! I think that even geeks deserve to feel pretty, too ;)

Wordless Wednesday - She's balding :(

My sweet baby is losing her hair. M joked that this is yet another way she takes after him.  Ha!

FFFC

For those who don't spend time on the message boards on The Bump, FFFC stands for Flame Free Friday Confessions.  Every Friday, on almost every message board there is a post where you can confess something embarrassing or controversial without fear of being flamed (well, that's not entirely true, sometimes there is flaming, haha). 

Here's my FFFC for today.  Last week I got my hair cut...for the first time in 5 years.  Yep, you read that correctly.  I haven't even had a trim in 5 years.  Why not?  The last time I had it cut, it didn't go very well.  The hairdresser cut scary layers into my hair; some of the pieces at the back of my head were only a couple inches long.  It was just awful and I've avoided the hair salon like the plague ever since.

So why did I finally break down and get it cut?  My hair was so long (about half way down my back), it was taking about 15 minutes to brush out.  15 minutes are precious to me, especially when Carina won't sleep for more than 30 minutes at a time.  I would much rather spend that 15 minutes eating, napping, taking a dump, or doing something useful spending time on the internet.  Now with my new haircut, it takes just a minute or two.  Awesomeness.

So here it is.  My hair (or lack thereof), M, and a fussy baby.  Sorry it's such a tiny picture.