Who’s up for a bunch of mostly-but-not-only Instagram photos today?
I was talking to my mom on Wednesday and without going into all the specifics, I’ll just say that it dawned on me that she wasn’t aware of something pretty major that happened in our family this week:
Sarah Kate cut her hair.
If you follow me on Instagram you may have seen it already, but if you didn’t…it was a BIG change, and it was completely her decision. I suggested she cut a little length off to make it more manageable for the summer, but she went a lot further than that.
Here’s where she started:
And this was where she was going…
And here’s where she ended up.
Here’s the new cut (mostly) dry. I’ve had a chin-length bob on and off my whole life so I guess it was just a matter of time. It did take some getting used to (for me) but she loves it because it’s much easier to manage.
But moving along to other female family members…
Gabi may be the most worthless bird dog ever. With the longest legs. And serious kleptomaniacal impulses. We have to keep both of the doors to the kids’ rooms closed at all times so she doesn’t steal their stuffed animals, despite having a whole pile of her own.
Sidenote: I made that dog bed out of our old queen comforter and some scrap fabric. She adores it.
And who can resist this adorable face, paws delicately placed on my leg – near but not touching the Cheetos bag? ME, that’s who.
Sorry, Gabs. No Cheetos for you.
I’m sure Mr. Andi was attempting to tell me about his day, but all I could think about was those big brown eyes…and the bag of charcoal ashes on the shelf behind them that we had to put out of reach so she wouldn’t strew them all over the porch. Again.
But despite the fact that she’s generally worthless, she does have true “bird dog” instincts, which will be great when it’s time for Mr. Andi to take her hunting, but for the winged creatures in our backyard? Rather unfortunate.
If Sarah Kate becomes a New York Times Best Selling Author one day, I expect her to dedicate her first book to Stella.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the couch… And yes, I know I said no Gabi on the couch.