A New Look

The following pictures were taken by Lucy. She was so excited that I asked her to do this little photographic project, since she's not ever allowed to touch the camera.

"I can do this because Dad's working and Snoggy [one of Elaine's many nicknames] is too little. It's because I'm the OAFM."

"What's an O-A-F-M?" I asked.

"Oldest Available Family Member," she answered.

So, my dear little OAFM took this before picture of me. With starting a new job next week, I was sick of the hairstyle I've been wearing for at least the last four years. Here it is (on the particularly bad day you have when you visit the hairstylist in desperation).

Elaine wanted to be part of the picture taking, too, and started crying because I wouldn't let her. It was the type of crying for which Darren has coined the term "Wally Boolie." (If you need the exact pronunciation, just call him.) It means "fake crying." When it's especially ridiculous, he calls it "trumped-up wally boolie."

So, here we both are with our trumped-up wally boolie faces (she looks more satisfied that she weasled her way into the picture taking).

And now, ta da! My new cut and color. Now of course at some point in life I've had this haircut before. But it's been about 10 years. If you have short hair, you know you just shuffle through a handful of hairstyles every few years.
And here we are happy. No wally-boolie!

When I came home from the salon, the girls wanted to touch and smell my new haircut (they always do), and Lucy said, "Mom, you even look taller with your new hair!"

There you go--new look for a new year!