Flashback Monday

So this may not be an every week thing, but I've been recently nostalgic looking through old photos and realized that some of them needed to make an appearance on this little blog of mine.  Everyone and everything in these photos are what make me who I am today so I thought why not show you where I've been on my journey of life. 

It would totally be aprops to put Flashback Friday due to the illiteration, but I'm not up to 2 posts on Friday.  Monday seemed appropriate because EVERYONE wants to rewind their life and savor those last few moments of the weekend when Monday comes.  So, without further ado, I give you....

 

Flashback Monday:  The Pretty Hair Edition

I can probably count on one hand the times in my life that I have stopped and said "oh what pretty hair I have"

and here are those times...

We all had pretty hair.. after all, it was Steph's wedding.  No way would you be in her wedding without pretty hair, but I think this was one of my all time favorite hair days.

I wish I remembered how I fixed my hair that St. Patty's Day and who cut my hair. I want that style back. And Steph's sunglasses.

Oh my, we all had a pretty hair day.  The Slater hairs have never looked so smooth. (totally meaning mine because the other 2 have pretty hair days every day)

My straightener must have worked that day.

I don't really classify *this* picture as a good hair day, but I had to include that I never had a bad hair day while I was in Colorado for 2 months. Well, other than when I had helmet hair on mountain days.  It must be that clear mile high, low humidity air.

Fun Fact:  I haven't had a pretty hair day since Emma has been born.  And it's totally not due to the fact that having a baby takes away all of my time I would spend on my hair. There's something glorious that happens when you are pregnant.  Well, most people think that anyway.  Your body holds on to every hair on your head.  Your hair is thick, full and lustrous.  After the baby comes and those little hormones start fleeing from your body, so does your hair.  Mine decided to happen when Emma was about 2-3 months old and it happened for months.  There was hair everywhere.  If you touched me, my hair would fall out.  Lucky me, I still had plenty.  But unlucky me, I started growing those little baby hairs, right where I would have bangs.  For months, I looked like that five year old in kindegarten that took those dull plastic scissors and chopped away at my bangs.  (bleh!)  During those months, I wore my hair curly way too much to disguise the fact that those little boogers existed.  A year later and those little tiny baby hairs could finally be classified as bangs if I wanted them to.  I've had many days when I've willed it to be freezing cold so I could tuck it under a 'boggin and call it quits.