new hair

I recently decided to chop my locks. It was time. On Tuesday, my hair was reaching midway down my back. Today, I can barely tuck it behind my ears. For those of you know who have known me for awhile, you know I’m prone to drastic haircuts.

Though Josh and Aves have known me all their lives, that is a relatively short period of time. They have not really seen me undergo this metamorphosis before.

The afternoon I came home after my haircut, I walked in the door as I normally do when I come home from work. When I opened the back door, the kids heard it and I immediately heard Aves shout her usual, “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy’s home!” from the living room. As she ran around the corner and saw me, she stopped in her tracks. The new few seconds were priceless: she stared at me with that “am I on Candid Camera?!” look, not really believing that this was me and very confused by what she was seeing. I didn’t say anything because I could that she was processing all of this. And after that few seconds of processing, Aves had finally made sense of the situation. She smiled at me, gave a sigh of relief and said, “Mommy! You got new hair!”.