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The Happy List #16

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It’s that time of the week again! I’ve really been lucky enough to make it a week that included some decent self care. Here are the things that have made me happy in the last week…

I got my hair cut

I was starting to feel a bit shaggy and tired with my hair long. I hadn’t had an appointment since October 2014. I don’t know how that happened! It was mostly by choice (I didn’t feel the need and didn’t mind growing it longer), but to be honest, it was also a logistical thing. I kept choosing other stuff to do with my precious alone time. I didn’t want to ‘waste’ the few hours it would take to get my hair done and to be honest, I wanted to put my money elsewhere too.

I didn’t have anything crazy done – just lopped off the dry ends and turned my long hair into a long bob. Or a shaggy lob as I am told it is called. I think I’ll coin the term shlob. Very fitting haha.

My hair feels and looks so much healthier and I feel refreshed. Yay. I don’t think I’ll wait that long between appointments next time!

I painted my nails

I had left my nails plain for a while. It was fun to take the time to put some new polish on and get some glitter on those tips! I felt classier right away. Hair AND nails in one week – FANCY!

But wait, there’s more!

I upgraded my Fitbit from a Flex to a Charge HR

I had wanted to do this for ages, because I loved the idea of being able to track my heart rate and get more of an accurate idea of what my body is doing each day. I am highly motivated by seeing my stats. I love my new tracker! It has given me the boost I’ve needed to keep working at things. I love that it has an actual watch style strap (I broke the clasp on my flex countless times), tells me the time and I can count the floors I’ve climbed in a day. I’m obsessed.

Sunny weather

It’s been so nice to see sunshine every day. It finally feels like spring has kicked in for reals. I’m so ready.

Great social connections

Even though I’ve been feeling exhausted and a bit burnt out this week, I have been lucky enough to socialise a little. I know some rad people who make me laugh. The kinds of people I can chat with about anything. Very grateful. I often feel like I walk a very fine wire between being an introvert and an extrovert. If I get the balance out of whack I fall off and I feel like shit. I think I got it right this past week and that is always a great feeling.

Other stuff that’s made me happy…

  • Facing things that made me feel nervous and then finding that they weren’t so scary.
  • Resting when I needed to. Listening to my body.
  • Awesome people entering the competition for my Banana Boat giveaway – I feel like so much less of a loser when that happens haha. Give it a go – there’s still a week to go before it closes x
  • Not having writer’s block for a week.
  • Snap chatting with friends and family. It’s silly but it’s fun.
  • Watching the Little Mister and our dogs running about on my parents’ property.
  • My bed. Because I love sleeping in it. Ha.
  • The West Coast Eagles making it into the AFL grand final – YOU BEAUTY!

What has made you happy this week? x

January 2012: Post pregnancy hair fall.

I wrote this in January 2012 (yes…2 whole years ago). I promptly forgot to publish it. Was probably the baby brain. Enjoy…

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It’s started. I heard this could happen, but I tried not to think about it. I just swished my beautiful voluminous, swishy hair over my shoulder and said to myself, “Pfft. As if! Not me!”

What am I talking about? I’m talking about the fact that while my Little Mister’s hair seems to be growing longer and thicker (and higher) every day, my own hair is falling out in handfuls. And that doesn’t count the hair that literally falls out of my head in baby handfuls (apparently my hair is a wonderful rope for babies to hold onto). Look, I’ll admit it. In the past (BC: Before Child) I was known to occasionally block a shower drain with my moulting tresses. Just ask my husband. However, now I am losing my precious strands all day every day! I don’t think I would ordinarily notice so much, but when you have a baby within a couple of inches from your face all the time, it’s pretty obvious. I find myself picking my hairs off his nappies, out of his tiny hands (oh and for those who don’t know, trivial fact – babies get hand lint like bellybutton lint but in their hands), off his face and any clothing or wraps I use for him.

I am afraid that one day I will lose him and won’t think to check the pile of hair in his cot. That will be the scariest day of my life.

This hair loss has something to do with pregnancy hormones leaving my body. Or something. Either way, it’s hormonal. But only I’m allowed to blame anything on hormones. Men should never blame things on a woman’s hormones, just a heads up. It won’t end well.

Today at my New Parents Group (A PC way of saying Mothers Group), we were given a big double sided sheet of “pleasurable” activities we should partake in so that we get in some of that precious “me time” everyone keeps talking about. I haven’t read it properly, but besides reading erotica or playing golf (no joke) I am sure it says something about getting a hair cut/style done. I don’t think I’ll have any hair left to work with so perhaps I should buy me some Mills and Boon while having a putt. We’re supposed to complete something on that list before next week’s Mothers Group as homework (although no-one’s going to check – let’s be honest). I think I’ll just stare at a blank wall and see what fatigue induced hallucinations I can conjure up. Surely, staring at a blank wall is on the list.

Hair, there and everywhere.

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In the 23 months the Little Mister has been on this planet, I swear he’s had more hair appointments than my husband and I combined. See, we did this little genetic experiment. Turns out if you add the genes of two parents with hair that grows fast, you get a child whose hair grows RIDICULOUSLY fast.

Everywhere we go, people are all, “Oh wow! Look at his full head of hair!”

“Look at that hair!”

“Must be time for a hair cut!”

To which I’m constantly replying, “He’s just had one.”

I always know when it’s TIME. His hair starts getting in his eyes and he bats his hands at it all day. He starts to look like a hipster that went too far with the sweeping fringe – like emo too far (I may be confusing my subcultural references in a bizarre way but I don’t know what I’m talking about so excuse me). The back gets long enough to enter mullet territory. His head looks twice its actual size. It’s the last one that freaks me out the most. He’s only got a little toddler body. He starts to look like a bobble head that you keep on your dashboard. Does anyone still do that? With the bobble heads? Anyhoo…

The first time he ever had a salon cut, I’d made a very big mistake and had taken him while he was feeling the effects of having his immunisation needles. The crying and the fear of sharp things ensued (I would have seen that coming had I not been a zombie lady at the time). I was very ill prepared and I left feeling like a terrible mummy and wondered if I had just one of the many children who cannot handle the anxiety of their hair being chopped off bit by bit with scary scissors (which I figure is definitely a rational fear for a little toddler).

Almost a year later, I realise I should not have worried at all about tears and tantrums (well not at the salon anyway – Terrible Almost Twos anyone?). It was the dance breaks, the flirting and the tomfoolery that I should have been ready for!!

I take the Little Mister to the place I get my own hair done. The girls are always friendly, do a great job and it’s a place that the Little Mister is familiar with (he visited before he had his own hair cut and watched my mum getting her hair done so I like to think it helped him to understand what happens there). I always know he’ll be treated well and shown some love (not just chucked in and spat out). Something that’s very important when dealing with little ones! Flattery and a few funny faces will win them over almost every time!

I always try hard to pick my time of day for an appointment wisely! I like early in the morning myself. The Little Mister is fresh and looking for something different to do at that time of day and I know his appointment will be done and dusted long before nap time! I took a risk yesterday and made him an afternoon appointment – not long after nap time, but long before any risk of arsenic hour could set in. I was a bit nervous that he wouldn’t nap beforehand (resulting in me being tempted to cancel), but he came through for me and I let him sleep a little longer than usual just to make sure he’d be super friendly in time for his appointment!

So, we’re doing pretty well with the hair appointments (for) now. The Little Mister is old enough to be distracted (or bribed) and can sit up in the high stool without me panicking (that much) that he’s going to fall off and slam into the floor with one false move. My secret weapon? Toy cars are the flavour of the moment and…a yoghurt squeezie packet that I’ve frozen earlier. He will suck on that forever. Basically, any snack that takes a long time to consume is a good one! Seriously, I could write an entire blog post of its own on the topic of frozen yoghurt squeezies. I’m not even kidding.

We’re now down to only a couple of mid haircut dance breaks as opposed to the previous hundreds (the background music is always awesome at the salon). The Little Mister only needs a hug maybe once during the process (not because he’s distressed but just because he’s feeling the love), and he seems to have passed that stage where he wants to spray his own head with the spray bottle every five seconds.

Also, ladies and gentlemen, I think we have a prankster in progress on our hands.

The Little Mister almost gave the hairdresser a heart attack when he started squealing very loudly (and high pitched too) as she approached the tricky bit around the ears. For a second, we held our breath thinking we were in for a fear induced meltdown. But no. He had a big grin on his face. He was faking it. He was basically taking the p*ss. AND LOVING OUR REACTIONS. He’s seriously lucky he still has ears after that little performance.

Do you have any tips to offer for surviving toddler hair cuts? Do your children love/hate having their hair cut?