For the record, The Chipmunks are the worst thing to happen to Christmas...ever

So what did Mae decide to do with her hair...

Oh, you know....

THIS

I'm BEYOND thrilled with it and couldn't be happier. Katie, you're amazing

Here's what happened. In the midst of tryin to convince Eamon [ps, it's pronounced A-MEN...lots of jokes, I know...] that I need to cut my hair I pulled up this picture:

And Eamon blushed... He said "WHO'S that?!?!"
"YOUR WIFE!!!!!"
"....nuh uh... you look so...where'd you get that dress?"

So yes, while I had Eamon fantasizing about me being young[er] and rested, not pregnant, or nursing, or crying about sleep deprivation...I convinced him to let me chop it.

Speaking of my beloved...
Today is his last day of scheduled work till the tenth of January. Mild panic attacks are def setting in, but...we're gonna be ok. We're gonna make it through Christmas and it's gonna be awesome because God always provides...I think...yeah, He does...breath...
BUT on the up side, he does have a few days to look for a job and we'll get to spend some time together, including Christmas. Tomorrow is the birth center's Christmas party which'll be SO fun and I get to see all of my other preggo mama friends [maybe I can convince them to get in a picture together...maybe ;] If you're in the area, you should come! There's a fundraiser for the Mercy House, hopefully they can get plenty of needs met!

Ok, I have to get ready for my chiropractic appointment [that's always scheduled during Lily's naptime...UGH] Hope you all have an AMAZING weekend!
Mae