Well, well, well...if it isn't Friday. So glad to see all of your bright and shining faces looking at the blog this morning! Have I mentioned y'all look beautiful today? Because you do.
Let's not waste time on formalities, there's far too much confessing to be done!
I confess that I just discovered Zazzle.com on Tuesday and have spent no less than two hours looking at customized postage stamps since then. I mean, the options, y'all! (And yes, I realize this site has probably been around since the dawn of the internet, but I like to do things fashionably late. Or perhaps I just live under a rock.)
I confess that, for the first time in approximately ten years, Stephen and I started watching MTV's The Real World last week. (Say it with me now, "Seven strangers, picked to live in a house...") No, we didn't intend on getting back into this trainwreck of a television show, but the plot twist of them bringing cast members' exes into the show was just too awkward and awesome to pass up. I am both ashamed and excited to admit we waste an hour of our evenings once a week on this bedlam. I feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders to tell you that, though. A weight that smells like empty beer cans, filthy hot tubs and bad decisions.
I confess that I was never tempted to do the whole hair chop after Caroline was born. I saw someone post a comment on another blogger's Instagram yesterday saying that "doing a hair chop after you have your first baby is a new mom's rite of passage. You just NEED to do it."
I disagree. I mean, short hair is SO super cute on lots of women, and there's nothing wrong with wanting to cut your hair anytime you darn well please. But I personally wanted to maintain my identity more than ever after having a baby. We lose a lot of that - ourselves - in the process of bringing babies into the picture. Why must we feel like we have to chop our hair, too? I say we all wear our hair like we want to, mommas or not, and call it good. Short, long, brown, blonde or blue - just do you, ladies. Just do you.
That's it gals. Tell me what's on your mind now!