I chopped off all my hair yesterday. I have been wanting to do this for awhile and I always said I would if I was pregnant again (I'm not). I guess I just got sick of growing it out, which really makes no sense because now it is going to take me even longer. When I got home, Jon didn't give the reaction I was looking for so I went to Duane Reade and got myself some fire engine red dye. Well that didn't turn out well. It was bright fucking red with a purple tint. I looked like I just walked out of 1992. So this morning I striped my hair, which hurts alot, then I dyed it dark blond. I always freak out with my hair when I have body issues, which I am currently having. I have gained a bunch of weight and I need to start running or doing yoga. I am just so lazy about working out, I never used to be. Anyways I am officially a fat ass and something has gotta be done. Maybe today I'll go running, I mean I do have a $700 glorified jogging stroller. I should use it for what it's meant to be used for.
In other news, Jon's dad was in Brooklyn last night and he took us out for din-din at our favorite pizza joint Franny's. Awesome. If you are ever in the Park Slope area you MUST go. Here are some great pics of the boy and my hubs.