Ten inches shorter. That’s the difference chronicled here.

After reading about a Flickr contact’s daughter’s Locks of Love donation over my shoulder last year, J decided donating her hair to Locks of Love was something she wanted to do, too.

It took another year until we finally had the minimum length required for donation (10 inches), but today was the day. While it’ll take me a bit to get used to the new ‘do and I am already missing her gorgeous, silky, shiny long hair, I am so very proud of her!

Cashier at furniture anex (after hearing E and I talking about a couch and referring to The Mister): “Is that your son?”

Me: “Uh huh.”

Cashier: “Oh! I always thought he was your little brother. Wow, you look so young!”

Me: “Haha, nope, he’s mine.”

Incidentally, last week one of J’s friends asked her if I was her sister when I was sitting at a picnic table while the kids played at the park. Of course, being my daughter, she said “No, that’s my mom. What about him (pointing to her brother), do you think he’s my Dad?” lol.

I’ve been feeling a bit run down lately. More wrinkled, less cute. More almost-thirty, less late-twenties. That cashier totally made my day.

In an effort to get myself back into blogging, I present the Friday Five. It’s a thing done in a group I am a member of on Flickr wherein each person can participate by listing five things. Random things, specific things, things that make them mad, things they want to eat, etc.

So. Yeah.

1. My house, for the last few days, has smelled like donuts. Fresh, buttery, sweet donuts. The odd thing, though, is that we don’t have any donuts in the house nor have we had any in the house for quite some time. Now, of course, I have a serious craving for some plain old fashioneds.

2. I’ve been working out for 45 minutes a day, five days a week (or close to it) for the last two weeks and haven’t lost a pound. Not one single, solitary pound. And I’m not even eating poorly. Blech.

3. I’m beginning to feel the limitations in my camera equipment. I’ve come to need a tripod, remote, and wide angle lens.

4. Also, I’m tired of being on hiatus. My head is constantly spinning with portrait ideas, but with my kids suffering from Photographer’s Child Syndrome, I have no one to try these ideas with.

5. Okay, so this was supposed to be the Friday five, but we’ll call this the fifth even though there was really only four. Off to the gym!

– Sarah Beth Durst (Out of the Wild)

I wish you weren’t over so soon.

Filled with Belgian waffle breakfasts, fresh fruit snacking on couches taken over by those I love while movie watching, delicious dinner preparation with The Mister in our not-too-tiny-but-not-so-spacious kitchen.

Filled with time spent figuring out the week, cleaning up the house, lazing about, hurrying up, lingering in the bed, rushing through the shower, savoring the moments in between the in-between.

Filled with giggles and yelling, hugs and arguing, games and time outs.

Filled with stolen kisses while the minis say “Eww… get a room!”

Sunday. Sunday, you are over much too soon.