This past week I went to my hometown for four days to help my brother and sister in law with the babies. Erin (my SIL), had a C-section with Enoch and she is unable to lift over 10 lbs for 6 weeks. That leaves a deficit when it comes to handling Cora, who is 15 months old.
She does the cutest thing like blow kisses, wink, and she loves her “b’oon!” (balloon) and her “Bubb-O” (Enoch).
While I was visiting, I was able to go to my hair dresser, Amanda. She just so happens to be my HS best friend, someone I’ve known since Kindergarten. It’s amazing how we’ve stayed friends this long, although there have been plenty of struggles in the many years we’ve known each other. Anyway, she does an awesome job with my hair and it’s definitely worth the drive to get it done by her.
My hair was ridiculous. It was thick, hot, too long and pink (from the Color Run)
^^^Not cute. Ew.