I did. Yesterday, at lunchtime. E 'was exciting, but when I looked in the mirror, I recognized the fly, immediately.
Yesterday I cut my hair. Corti, as I took them before you know it was expecting a baby. The decision to develop them had arrived shortly after I saw the ball on the pregnancy test. Change something, something big. And perhaps a bit 'childish, I thought that a child should be able to have long hair mom to pull a game. I went through stages of growth, those where you had a head unpresentable and you must go to the hairdresser very often for minor adjustments, I spent two summers with her hair, split ends I used masks, buy paper clips, hair styles experienced upward . Superbaby played with my hair, pulled them, has sunk her hands. We had fun on the changing table when I used them to him falling on his face.
Then in September, around his first birthday, after the recovery that followed the end of breastfeeding, I started to have a significant fall. And my long hair began to dislike the most. Last Friday I went to the hairdresser undecided, I have made and still make a cut of longish, I went home unsatisfied. Saturday I called the salon, I made a new appointment. And yesterday I went: in an hour I found my face, my hair as a kid, short, ruffled, soft and swollen. I was afraid of getting hurt, but when I saw I had to laugh. I was pleased, even with Superbaby, a different life and a lot of commitments more eyes looking at me from under the short fringe were the same. Pert and shiny. I enjoyed discovering that motherhood has made me a different person. They are the same as before, but with something extra. And if you wanted to understand there is a drastic cut of hair, I lessened, but it's okay.
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