Tuesday, December 16, 2014

10 Years of Christmas Hair.

Let me clarify that when I say "Christmas" I am using it in the generic sense of the term meaning "any time of year".  This is because I had a difficult time finding pictures of my hair on, or near Christmas. However, these photo's do represent each year for the past 10 years. 
Looking at old pictures gives you a new perspective on your hair. 
Wedding hair which was highlighted and lowlighted and medium length! Super bright white teeth brought to you by Crest White Strips. They should probably use me for a commercial.
My wedding hair had grown out so I kept highlighting over the top of it with a box kit until I was rather blond like you see here. I'm not sure I like the color, but maybe the length is okay. I also didn't have a perm. That's crunchy stuff in my hair.
This was the day I had announced to my family that we were pregnant with Dawson. Well I was the one pregnant but you are supposed to say "we" right? I had just colored my hair with Clairol Caribbean Caramel. My little niece Kazlan likes my hair color. I can tell by her cuteness.
Just a few weeks later and I was still pregnant but I don't think I look pregnant do you? We're at the wedding of Jason's cousin Tiffany. I had just told their family that I was pregnant and Jason's Aunt Nora said she could tell! It doesn't matter, I had my Pepsi and this is a closer depiction of how I did my Caribbean Caramel hair.
Darker hair but about the same length. I think I would be just as cute if I was bald like Dawson. I looked younger in 2006. I was probably using Proactiv.
Just a few short months after the previous picture was taken I decided highlights were in order. I was going for highlights the same color as a rotisserie chicken. I'd like you all to know that Jason had a t-shirt made for me with this picture on it.
My cousin Joe's wedding and I decided to go with darker hair. Me and my sister Bobbie. Bobbie keeps her hair highlighted and long now. Maybe I should have my hair highlighted and long? 
Darker longer hair in San Diego, CA. I think I like side swept bangs. Maybe I should consider a wig.
I miss the white pants I'm wearing. I'm pretty sure that's the only point to this picture because my hair looks mostly the same.
Shoulder length and highlighted. I think I wanted my hair to match Dawson's.
Longer hair caramel color again. I have I never been able to make up my mind? No. No I have not.
Outdoor lighting on caramel hair. And Cheetos in Dawson's mouth.
Long dark straight hair. This color and length is how it has remained since 2011. Maybe that's why I'm bored. I'd also say I need a tan.
Mother's Day. Hair is okay but I look tired. Maybe I should highlight my eyebrows.
I don't think I have highlights, I'm outside and it makes my hair look orange which I don't.like.at.all. Good thing Evan is so cute, to make up for my iron-hair look.
By Christmas inside, my hair looked darker. I need a new way to style it. Mohawk maybe.
Mother's Day this year. I have a few more layers now, but the same color. I think I look like Medusa in this picture.
Finally bringing 1 million pictures of me to a close. 
Tell me what to do with my hair. 
Thank you.

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Roadside Christmas

In the true spirit of Christmas, I'm here to report how disappointing Colorado Christmas attractions can be. 
Case in point:
The Holly Acres Christmas Tree Farm in Elizabeth, CO. A supposed wonderful Christmas attraction that happened to be on some dilapidated farm like two feet off the side of a state highway.
You would think that with Colorado being the Christmas tree capital of the world (I just made that up but it's probably true because I'm always making up true things) there would be plenty of delightful places to visit during the Christmas season. Jason was the first to eventually admit he was a bit suspicious of this place based on the website alone. Mostly because he thought it looked like it was designed by a prison inmate that couldn't master underwater basket weaving. But when you are desperate for kid friendly Christmas events, you don't speak your mind. Until afterward.
The admission was free. This was admirable, considering the fact that the very first option for children upon entering was to pay $10 to get a picture of your child sitting on a caged zebra. We quickly bypassed the zebra and moved on to the caged camels. They were free. To look at. This particular specimen seemed a bit snobbish, as though having his picture taken should have been a paying opportunity.
If you were sneaky, you could pet the mange on his backside.
 It was 65 degrees and sunny when we went... not exactly Christmas kind of weather. 
 Right next door to the caged camel was the petting zoo. Also free! Jason let me take Evan in the cage because he didn't want to be petted or get the mange. 

Dawson asked gramma and grandpa for an alpaca for Christmas.  Walmart.com should have those, right? 
Jason got soooo bored during this endeavor that he decided to get a picture of a horse pooping for entertainment. Also free!  Although this particular horse was a speed-pooper and Jason missed the actual moment.  I'm sure you don't mind.

New "Elf on the Shelf" elves for purchase:
 While Jenessa took the girls to wait in line for pony rides, I took the boys for a walk through a statue graveyard display. Evan randomly chose statues and popped a squat.  Also free!

Dawson felt a bit dejected and asked if he could join the fun.

 I'm not sure where he gets his personality. My guess is Abraham Lincoln. I'm pretty sure he's in our bloodline.
 For just $5 your child could wait in line to ride a pony around in a circle 3 times. Talk about Christmas cheer! These little cuties were totally worth the wait. 
Miss Gabi was a pro.
 Mia should be featured on an Equestrian magazine.
 I had to wait in line to use the one port-a-potty but I didn't have to buy tickets for that feature, so that was nice. I just left a free-will offering (Jason wrote this sentence).  No. No one took a picture of me waiting in line for the port-a-potty. 
I suppose our expectations are too high, since we come from Indiana and the outdoor Christmas events they have there for children are pretty lofty. 
Thankfully, our day was redeemed. On the way to the tree farm we passed a state park we had never heard of, Castlewood Canyon.

 Since it was so warm out, we did a lot of hiking
 There's a pavilion that overlooks the canyon. I got a picture of the boys ignoring me.
I imagine the canyon is even prettier in the summer. I have an active imagination.

The moral of this story is to avoid roadside Christmas events in Colorado and visit The North Pole instead... or Indiana!

Friday, November 28, 2014

A Bipolar Thanksgiving

Surprise! I totally didn't use any of the Christmas headers I had you vote on. Consider this a monarchy. 
All credit for the title of this blog post goes to my sis-in-law Jenessa. She is witty, and I love her to pieces.
Last week I went to Dawson's school to enjoy his classroom Thanksgiving day feast. 
2nd grade girls are enamored with toddlers and Evan was no exception. The girls in Dawson's class fawned all over him and Evan appreciated the attention so I left him in their care and ran a few errands. Dawson played the role of big brother very well and allowed Evan to sit on his lap during the presentation of the meal before they were to eat. They seem a bit bored with the presentation don't they? I believe this was during the making of the friendship salad, and really, they just wanted to get to the part where they actually eat.
After the food was consumed, the students grabbed their journals and were asked to read the page(s) they wrote listing the things they are thankful for:
Just in case you took the time to watch that video, it's my hope that my son was able to inspire you to gratefulness. Specifically for God, candy and pizza.
I'm thankful that Dawson has such a great sense of humor and personality. We are currently taking orders for "Dawson Robot" a creation by Dawson that is being patented so don't even think of stealing the idea.
Evan is not in school, and therefore he had no class Thanksgiving feast to attend. He did this instead:
This has nothing to do with Thanksgiving but we had been wanting to update Evan's room a bit so that it was a bit less "nursery room" looking. Jason had the genius idea to look for wall decals at Target a few days ago. He found construction decals and Jason decorated his room that very night, then he surprised Evan with the finished product:
A few pictures of his room.

Finally, we've come to the point in this post where I talk about Thanksgiving. 
It was officially decided about 23 different times that we would have Thanksgiving at our house. Until it was officially decided about 24 times that Thanksgiving would be held at Jenessa and Steve's house. That was the officially official final decision. I was fine with that decision because I don't have fine china. Are paper plates considered to be fine china if I were to decorate them? Because I would totally do that and get a hutch to keep them in. Keep me posted if anyone finds a paper plate gravy boat for sale on ebay. It must be unadorned, however, so that I can decorate it to match my other fine china.
Jenessa and Steve have a beautiful new house. We were happy to celebrate food with family and we decided to let the kids eat first.
Adults are a lot less picky. I'd just like to point that out.
In the meantime I was receiving texts from my family who were scattered all over the world the U.S. for Thanksgiving.
My sister Bobbie was in Florida. The rest of my family was in Indiana...
And of course I was in Colorado. At Steve and Jenessa's house to be precise.

Would everyone take a minute to text my family and ask them to move here? Thank you.
It takes nearly 25 hours to prepare for Thanksgiving, about 10 minutes to eat and then the rest of the day you get to relax. Which is what we did. Evan somehow managed to sucker the family into watching Mighty Machines.
I managed to snap a picture of my foot. Yes, you're granted permission to frame it and hang it over your mantle for Christmas.
I'm feeling rather comatose today and nothing clever is coming to mind. So I'm going to end this post with a picture of the puzzle that Dawson and I just completed. It's not glow-in-the-dark like the one we did last year. But it was half off at Hobby Lobby. So. 
I love family.