chop-chop hair. and a little bit o' snow.

I did it! I got my hair cut! I've been meaning to do it for a while now, but it takes a little work, or rather just coordination, to go do anything without the kiddos, but Tara getting hers cut gave me a little kick in the rear, and off I went! I actually meant to get it a bit shorter, but I really like it. And I was happy to give bangs a shot again, since I bid them an excited farewell back in '99. (The title: Anybody play Chop Chop Ninja on their iTouch/Phone/Pad? Bran likes it, and that phrase always, always, pops into my mind. Okay, only sometimes. But it did just now, and ya know? It kinda works... say it fast, it's fun: chop chop hair!)

Here's the back. I'm pretty sure I didn't have to tell you that. If I did... poor me.

And another from the front. I don't know why. It's pretty much the same as the first one, but you can't see my teeth. I think I was doing the "this is what I look like with kinda dangly earrings" thing. I think I need funkier, longer earrings with short hair. I was always slightly worried that, with my not-so-girly clothes (okay, these two shirts are definitely GIRL shirts, but I purposely was trying to look more put together) and my not-so-out there chest area that I'd look a little more boyish than I wanted to if I had short hair. I mean, I'm not in kindergarten anymore, when Eugene became my instant best friend because he asked me on the first day of school, "are you a boy or a girl?" Honestly made my day. Anyway, I now am thrilled to be a girl. Not a girly girl, but a girl nonetheless, and I think I still look like one. On that note, let me relay a conversation with Nuala:

Me: So, do you like my haircut?

Nuala: Yes! It's beautiful!

Me: Awww, thank you! Would you like your hair to be like this?

Nuala: No, I don't want to look like a boy.

Hmmm....

Kinda the other side of my hair. It's really easy and dries quickly. And now my 20-month old has longer hair than I do.

In other news, it snowed last Sunday. We woke up and started getting ready for church when we noticed the light flurries. Those light flurries just kept a-comin' and added up to a nice little amount. Looking back on it, I am more accepting, since it hasn't continued, but I was quite perturbed at the thought of winter starting in the middle of OCTOBER. And yes, Maeve is out in the snow in her diaper. She's hardcore. And was brought in quickly.

We were slightly late to church, but it was just a little too exciting for the tykes.

Buckets! There were buckets of snow!

Here's Nuala, on her "snow seat" the following day. Actually, it was still outside this past Sunday, though I haven't noticed it since, so it did pretty well, lasting a whole week.

Luckily, autumn was ashamed of itself for cutting out so early and came back to reclaim our mountain. For now... dun dun dun... These pics illustrate the absence of snow on our walk the other day, but also they are cute. No wipeouts occurred.

Nuala did try to fling Bran into the pokey bushes on the side of the lane, much to his delight, but he escaped, much to her annoyance.