Utah!

We're back, and as I sit down to write this I realize I didn't take any pictures.  Sigh.  Utah was lovely and Beck had a WONDERFUL time with his grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins.  He learned everyone's names, we had a blast seeing old friends and family and getting the chance to sneak out at night while Beck was asleep because there was Grandma and Pop-pop to watch him!  The last day we were there I did what I've been thinking/talking/dreaming about.  I got my hair chopped off.  Now I'm not one that usually takes to change well, but after the first cut I knew I'd made the right decision.  Having short hair is awesome.  As far as I can tell here are the pros to having short hair:
1. It dries in 2.5 seconds.
2. When I rub a towel over my head I look like Kevin Bacon/a chia pet.
3. It takes 10.3 seconds to do.
4. I look good with short hair.
5. I feel the same way I do when my hair is all done up, except it's all the time; Fancy.
6. I can finally do a fauxhawk.  Dreams do come true.
7. I honestly feel lighter when I run with short hair.

The cons
1. I don't have big enough boobs for it to be immediately obvious that I'm a girl.  Bummer.

As you can see, the pros definitely out weigh the cons.  I can take being called "man" (and I was, just last week at Whole Foods) every once in a while.

Here's me with my freshly done haircut with my stylist.  His name is Joe, the salon is Landis in Sugarhouse, and I HIGHLY recommend him!  Oh, and Beck wouldn't look at me for a few hours as he came to terms that his Mama now resembled a saucy teenage boy.