PSF and Spring Break

Ahhh, Spring break.

After our long, freakin' freezing cold winter, spring break held a new meaning this year.

For three, almost four, full days in Florida,

we hunted for sea shells

frolicked through the waves with friends

enjoyed a refreshing dip in the pool

Some of us even preferring to skinny-dip

But the most fun of all was hanging out with some of our favorite friends!
And despite what the picture may imply, they all had a great time.

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What did you do for Spring break?

One of the sweetest pictures you will ever see

What do you do...

when you find an Easter egg?

Stop looking for more of course!

There's candy in this bad boy.

See?

Charlie found all of one egg. And he was fine with that. He got a few pity eggs thrown into his basket by some friends.

Melody racked up with a basket full of eggs. She knew what she was doing this year.

Jack graduated to the big kid egg hunt this year and found it's harder to be a small fish in a big pond instead of the big fish he's been in the past. He was a little disappointed when he saw Melody's stash compared to his own. But a very good sport about it.

I told him that Charlie only found one egg.

I think that made him feel better. Maybe.

Sprrrring Brreak!!!!

I'm not going to be around much this week.

It's Spring break for us and we're headed for Florida. In fact, I'm probably in the car right now.

I'm going to be chillaxin' with my bestie for a few days.

Or at least doing as much chillaxin' as these children will allow.

I do have a few post scheduled and 'll try to check in whenever I'm not helping Lauren keep six kids in line lounging with a margarita.

Peace out.

He is risen!

Jack was reading from this Bible which we really love.

Happy Easter!

The votes are in...

although I don't know if long or short won.

I decided to to cut it regardless of the outcome.

And I think I made a pretty good decision.

Just check out my handsome little guy.

PSF and decisions

Last week I blogged about my lack of blogging material.

I'm still feeling unoriginal this week. So, I figured as long as I'm feeling unoriginal, I might as well be unoriginal and steal someone else's idea.

I was cursed blessed with the straightest hair ever. Seriously, I get asked all the time what kind of flat iron I use. Nope, don't use one.

Jack (and the rest of my children) inherited that same gene. The straight-as-an-arrow-hair-that-grows-forward-no-matter-what gene.

I like Jack to have the cute little boy haircut that looks like this



after a lot of hairspray (no, my husband does not like nor approve of the use of product) for about 5 minutes.

After those 5 minutes are up, it looks like this

and after about 1/2 hour it looks like this.

At that point, I usually decide I want to give him a cute little boy buzz look so I don't have to worry about combing it and listening to my husband complain about using hairspray. And then after I get it buzzed, I wonder if it looks good or not.

So, we're at that point again. He's starting to look shaggy (well, as shaggy as one can look with really straight hair) and in desperate need of a haircut.

This is where you come in.

What's your vote?

Hairspray or haircut?

Long or short?

Let me know what you think and come back tomorrow to see the end result.


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