Bang-Bangs

I hate getting my haircut.

I always have.

I think the worst part is that I leave the salon looking cute

and can never recreate the look and it's disappointing.

A few years ago my friend (and hairstylist), Amber told me that

she thought I'd look cute with bangs.

Before I knew it I was in her kitchen getting bangs.

The thing with bangs is that they need to be trimmed, like all the time.

To keep my bangs in tip-top shape, 

Amber gave Christian a little crash course on bang trims.

Then I let him cut my hair.

Most trims were good!  Some better than others, and

  after living at the ranch I could clearly see where

he was getting his inspiration from:

Did you know cows have bangs?  Like super cute short bangs. 

 And when I say super cute, I mean super cute for a COW.

Sometimes after a bang trim, Christian would say:

"This is seriously the best cut I've done!".
Then I would get out of the shower and not leave the house for
 approximately 5-7 days until the bangs grew out a bit.

I asked my new friend Sarah who
 works at a Salon to refresh Mr. Nielson on bang trims
(but we call them bang-bangs around my house thanks to
Claire who started calling them that around age five).

Anyway, it was a very educational evening for all of us.

* * * * * * * *
I remember very distinctively where I was on September 11, 2001
when I heard of the attacks back east.
I remember turning on the TV and watching live as a plane crashed
into the second tower in New York City.
  I will never forget how sick I felt.
I remember feeling confused and mad and then totally overwhelmed.
I was 8 months pregnant with Claire and worried about bringing
a beautiful innocent baby girl into the world after such hateful acts.
I love how time can heal wounds and heartache- 

it can't take it away, but it can certainly help.

"Remove any of your fear with faith.
Trust the power of God to guide you"
-RMN