The time I let my husband cut my hair...

Yes, you read that correctly.
I let my husband cut my hair.
And no, not a small little trim...
I'm talking about he cut off 14 inches...

Let me explain.
If you know me, you know I am a bit inpatient.
(I am working on it!)
And when I want to do something, or get something done...
I just jump in!
And THEN think later.

It can be a good and bad thing.

Well, if you're here in Texas then you know it's already hot.
And I have LONG hair.
Ok, I HAD LONG HAIR.
And my hair is like a weed y'all!
It grows SO FAST!

And I just had it with my hair.
I mean, I had a love/hate relationship with my hair.

It's super healthy and long...
and I loved it in a long ponytail...and EVERYONE complimented me on my hair.
But at the same time,
it's HOT.
And even when my hair is put up it manages to "ATTACK" Justin in the night.

Justin was getting tired of my hair hitting him in the face,
and not to mention anytime I wanted to kiss, cuddle or just be silly with J, it would be IN THE WAY.

So I started thinking one Sunday how maybe it's time to lose this 3 feet of hair.
Ok, it wasn't three feet....
but it reached my butt.

Well by the time I reached the conclusion to cut it, it was SUNDAY NIGHT.
And what salon is open on a Sunday night?

So I ask Justin--
"Hey babe do you think you could cut my hair?"
The baby was finally down and it was starting to get dark out.
Justin JUMPED at the chance and said "of course."
Then my sweet husband headed out to the beauty supply store and got some scissors.
(I wasn't about to let him use my KITCHEN ones!)
Ha!

While he was out, I washed my hair...
combed it...
and never thought again about what I was getting myself into.

Once home, Justin brought out the bar stool to the backyard
::Now it's really getting dark::
and I put my hair in a low ponytail to show him JUST how much I wanted off....

Before I could say much...
HE CHOPPED OFF MY PONY TAIL!

Snip, snip!
GONE was my hair.
He handed me my super long, limp ponytail.

OH Lord!
What did I let him do?!
He then even out the cut and made sure it was all even--
and that only took a few minutes.

I may add, that BOTH of Justin's parents were stylist.
So my sweet husband thought he could just cut hair because it's in his blood.
Y'all know he's a mechanic?
A man's man.
A jack of ALL trades...
and mainly ones that deal with tools...and power tools...
Not delicate little scissors and women's hair.

But ladies, it wasn't bad.
After an initial freak out,
I realized it was ALL ok.

He actually cut my hair great.
I mean, it's not like a true good stylist could do...but really, he did an amazing job!

There were a few reasons I allowed him to cut it.
First off, yes I WANTED MY HAIR OFF THEN AND NOW.
And obviously I couldnt make an appointment on a Sunday night to get it cut right then!

Second, hair cuts or trims cost a lot.
BUT FOR HAIR like MINE...
wowza....
It would of been SO MUCH.
So I just was like, hey I'm saving money.
And y'all know I have my moments of crazy frugal-ness.


*It happens when you turn into a mom and don't like spending on yourself.

Anyway, here's the BEFORE and after pictures of my hair--mind you, it's wet!
AND THE AFTER pictures. (no makeup y'all!)
Ps, also notice: Messy house--BEFORE and then after (once baby is asleep we CLEAN!)

check out the messy house! 

omgosh can't believe I'm showing off my scraggly ends...

an AFTER...
sorry it's blurry

What do y'all think?

Think J could do a 2-for-1 special...

"Get your oil changed and a trim!"

HA

yeeeaaaa right!

Stay tuned yall, more to come soon!

-HK-

Easter update nearly two weeks late!

I never shared our Easter weekend!
And I'll also catch yall up to speed some...
Seriously, Easter weekend was one of the best!
Friday night we spent it shopping for a last minute Easter outfit for Kie (because the one I had planned was too warm--a sweater vest!) and then we had a relaxing dinner in...take out! (no mess for momma!)
Then Saturday we had one of the BEST Easter egg hunts at our church.

What was so nice is that they sectioned it off by age---so Kie was able to hunt eggs with babies his age.
SO nice, because I was worried about babies getting trampled on.
And wow was Kie on a MISSION!
I didn't think he would care so much about "gathering eggs" but instead he LOVED it.
In fact, I counted and he got more than 40 eggs!
Shouldn't that be a record for a 17 month old?

Kie is like his momma, and OCD--so I think he viewed the eggs as something to pick up....haha!
Also he got to meet the Easter Bunny--and Kie LOVED waving to him and saying Hi! But as soon as Kie got close to him for a picture, well he kinda freaked out! It was hilarious! I mean, I kinda thought the Bunny was a bit unnerving as well. I mean, look at his creepy tilted head and scary over-sized carrot!




Saturday night after we got home, we dyed our very own Easter eggs! It was so much fun because Kie loved putting stickers and decorations on the eggs.

Then Sunday morning the Easter bunny came and left Kie a basket full of goodies..AND A POTTY!
Yep, Kie baby will be potty training soon.
In fact, we have already started getting him accumulated to his new "tee tee spot".



We then all got dressed up and went to church--and the service was so beautiful! Seriously, Easter is about JESUS--not the Egg hunts, the Easter baskets or the Dove Chocolate bunnies....

I love our Church and our wonderful preacher--and man did he delivery Easter Sunday!
We then headed over to our friend's beautiful house in Westlake Hills--for some delicious tacos and drinks on their amazing patio.
We spent a good few hours, eating, talking and enjoying the beautiful day God made!
Kie was the center of attention since he was the only baby there--and he had a blast playing with the puppies outside.

That night Justin and I grilled burgers on our back deck and enjoyed some MUCH needed couple time once Kie went down.
And wow, after a long day playing he was OUT!

Easter was perfect. Such a wonderful, beautiful peaceful time to reflect with our loved ones....

**My family was all in Dallas over the weekend and we weren't able to make it there to see them--so spending it with church friends was the next BEST thing!
Otherwise, I'd of LOVED to been with all my family.

Regardless, the weekend was a blessing!

I have SO many exciting posts to come, stay tuned!

Until next time,

-HK-

lots of eggs! 

making friends as usual!

such a little boy face! 

ready for church :)

a momma's rambles on love

Another late night post.
Excuse me now for rambling.

I just find myself getting sentimental lately because my sweet little man is growing oh so fast.
And it pangs me. It really does.

He's so sweet and innocent. His big blue eyes watching everything.
And he's so smart and observant.
I realize I'm his mother and maybe a bit partial but, just watching him learn everyday just makes me tear up.

I so want to protect him from this world.
I mean, as a child I remember tons of great memories..but it's later in life that it gets hard.
People can be mean, and sometimes you learn to be mean back.
You make mistakes, people hurt you, you hurt others...
It's just a vicious cycle....
And it's something I wish with every bone in my body and ounce of my flesh that I could prevent from happening to my son and future children.

I just look at his sweetness..his sweet, chubby cheeks,
his adorable chunk legs,
the dimples on his elbows...
All those sweet little reminders that he's young, fresh and new...(and slightly chunky-which I adore!)

Sure, it's not a newborn.
But he's still so protected and beautiful that I'm afraid of what the world will do to him.

I'm sure to a lot of non-mothers (and maybe some mothers) I sound like a complete nut.
But, my heart just breaks for children and babies.
Our world can be so cruel and ugly and it can take something so precious as a child and turn it bad and ugly.

I know a lot of it is parenting but sometimes things outside of parenting happens that we can't prevent.
I mean, I had amazing parents but I failed more times than I'd like to admit.
I made so many mistakes in my life I would never want my own children to make.

I just cherish these sweet moments.
As I watch him sleep in his crib,
listening to his sweet breathing...
I kiss his soft blonde, baby hair (that I never want to cut)
and breathe in his baby scent.
Ah, he always smells so good--just like a baby should.

And I know, he's not a baby--he's a toddler.
And growing up fast.
And I wish everyday I could press pause on these sweet moments...
because with every kiss I steal from him I realize it's just getting closer to the days where I
can't forever steal kisses from him.

You know, those times when he'll be a teenager and embarrassed of his mother?
Those nights where I can't sneak into his room and watch him sleep...
Of course, I sit here like a crazy woman, crying as I type this...
It's amazing what happens when you become a mother.

Nothing in the world matters besides your children.
Your heart truly is outside of your body.
Everything you thought you knew and understood about love is gone....
Because love and joy comes from seeing a sweet, innocent child--
one whose been made in the likeness of God--
a precious jewel,
a rare flower,
eager to learn
to see and to do...
to play and to run and to climb....
This sweet child is YOUR responsibility to teach about God's love...
to teach that they are forever loved.
That they are safe and protected.
That no matter what, you'll always be there for them.

It's my job to lead as an example,
to give,
to be kind, 
to be gentle,
to stand up for what's right,
to teach God's word,
to pray with him, 
to guide him.

Watching Kie grow everyday....
wow, nothing in this world could possibly give me more joy than being a mother.
And never in my entire 23 years leading up to my delivery could I prepared my heart and soul for what I feel now.

Ahhhhh, ok...
Enough tears.
 :)

I do have some funny stories to share soon.....
Including the time I let my husband cut off a foot of my hair.
Yep,
my husband.

Happy Friday y'all!

Love,
-HK-