A weekend hangover...

 

But not the cool kid.

The nerdy, parent kind. I am hungover from a milestone haircut (no, I didn't shed tears...that's embarrassing.), an 18 mile run, a craft fair, a 7 year olds' soccer game (while screaming on the inside while my daughter CHASED the big, creepy, black crickets trying to squish them with a stick), college football watching and hosting my mom's birthday party.

 

 

 

Sister will ride a horse with a smile when she is promised a sucker afterwards. 

Who brings their baby into a bar? This lady. They had a million TVs to watch lots of games and chicken wings were screaming my name after my 18 mile run.

Don't judge me yet. It was Buffalo Wild Wings and we went at 5:00 so we were a tad less inappropriate.

See, she's happy about it. 

You also read that correctly. We got rid of Isabelle's mullet. Of course it was a little sad. That hair was the hair that she had in my belly. Now it's gone, but she does look a lot "cleaner" without looking too much older. We picked a kids salon to ease her nerves and that seemed to do the trick. Sure, she went number 2 in her pants as soon as we walked in the door (potty training boot camp failed us there), but we blamed it on the nerves and just kept moving after a little clean up. The salon had free games to play and adorable different little seats to sit in and get a haircut while watching a little movie.

I don't know why this type of salon doesn't exist for adults. I would have a lot less split ends if I didn't have to do small talk at the salon and could just sit there with a sucker and enjoy a good episode of The Real Housewives.

 

 

 Look how long that mullet was getting! The sun bleached out the ends of her hair and she had a natural little ombre look. She's so trendy.

On Sunday we hosted my mom's birthday and half way through grilling hamburgers, our grill broke. We decided to bring the burgers in and we could put them on the griddle and even pop them in the oven. Great idea! The burgers tasted delicious and were so juicy.

That being said, I will not be eating burgers for a long time.

Somebody in this household (I won't name names, but it was not me. Or Isabelle) decided to put the burgers in the oven on a cookie sheet. Do you know what happens when grease gets all over your oven? Your house smells like an old burger shack.
Disgusting. I know.
So we have had the windows open and every candle, scentsy and piece of baking soda out to try and get rid of the smell.
Things are getting better, but several cows will continue living thanks to this household.