Iris has been so funny about my hair. Every morning she wakes up and says "I wanna see mama's crazy hair!" and the first night after I got it cut she asked me if I wanted her to put it back on. Isn't that the sweetest? I really love having shorter hair again. This morning I just got up and went. Not even brushing it or anything. I actually keep kind of messing it up because I like that sort of messy, just rolled out of bed look. If you're interested in donating your hair, please visit Locks of Love. This is the second time in my life I had the pleasure of donating my hair to them. It's really satisfying to be able to do something like this for children.
In non-hair news, my many days of birthday celebrating are over. Last night I went to see Bobby Bare Jr. with some friends. It was so much fun. I think I have seen him live probably half a dozen times now and every time the show is just amazing. In my pre-baby days I saw maybe two shows a week on average. Now I'm lucky to see one every other month. I've gotten old and tired, but it's nice to be able to break out the rocker girl in me once in a while.