Call Me a Woman

You know how women can get when it comes to hair. It gets to that stage where you need a cut, but your appointment isn't for a while. Then you talk with a few friends about their hair, and instantly you question what you want when previously you knew you wanted to grow it out. Why is it that we women crave change in our appearance every so often, whether it be drastic or subtle? So I found four good photos each representing a different hairstyle I've had. I like them all for various reasons, but let's take a poll. Which one do you all think looks best with my face and personality? (They are in order of shortest to longest...) I've got a while to decide because I'm crazy about who I trust with my hair. So I'll be getting it cut in Little Rock at Thanksgiving by my faithful Glynn.




And because I know none of you read this to find out how I'm doing, here are some pictures of Judah. ;-)

Helping with laundry -- oh so cute! Hands and knees -- he rocks alot now and we're teaching him how to move forward.



His two fall outfits -- the left was for family portraits, the right because it's adorably lion-ish!



How he sleeps -- it's as if he can't fall asleep unless the blanket is wrapped around his middle and up over his face. I can't tell you how many times I come in after I know he's asleep to uncover his face! And just some floor time with the happy kid.




And back to hair...Hope got hers cut today. If anyone says we are not sisters, they're weird.