JT's First Haircut

Beauties, I had to take a moment to share JT's amazing experience at his not-technically-first (since Taylor and I got so desperate that he cut JT's hair on our back porch ghetto-style while JT sat in his high chair and lost his cool in a very big way), but essentially #FirstHaircut. It was at Cookie Cutters salon at Huebner Oaks, and it was at least 200% less emotionally distressing than I had anticipated. They have cookies and tv screens playing the Netflix movie of your child's choice, plus a super cute indoor slide (perfect for toddlers) and the cutest salon chairs you've ever seen in your life (JT HAD to go sit in a second one after his haircut, because it was just that fun looking). I was honored to be invited to their blogger event, and also a bit relieved because JT's hair was in rough shape. I also have to give a huge shout-out to JT's stylist (Iriz Davila), who danced around him cutting his hair while he basically looked everywhere except straight ahead. Take a look at the cute pics below (photo cred: Aquila of Haute in Texas), and be sure to check out their salon on social media: Facebook & Instagram.

 I like to call this the "Anxious Mom Hover" 

I like to call this the "Anxious Mom Hover" 

 JT picked the old-school fire engine salon chair. The bell at the front that he could ring with the pull of a string was pretty legit.

JT picked the old-school fire engine salon chair. The bell at the front that he could ring with the pull of a string was pretty legit.

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 I was thanking Jesus for the perfect distraction that this wonderful cookie provided. Pre-cookie JT was pretty anxious, despite me saying "Haircut, YAY!" throughout the 30 minute drive to the salon.

I was thanking Jesus for the perfect distraction that this wonderful cookie provided. Pre-cookie JT was pretty anxious, despite me saying "Haircut, YAY!" throughout the 30 minute drive to the salon.

 I'm not sure who enjoyed watching Trolls more, JT or me... (it was me guys. It was definitely me.)

I'm not sure who enjoyed watching Trolls more, JT or me... (it was me guys. It was definitely me.)

 JT really  needed  to sit in this second salon chair after his haircut was finished, because it just looked more fun.

JT really needed to sit in this second salon chair after his haircut was finished, because it just looked more fun.

 JT definitely had more fun playing in the playground afterward, which I'm totally ok with. As long as he wasn't traumatized, the experience counts as a win (I apply this rule to most experiences with my 2-year-old)! He loved the indoor playground which was covered in letters and numbers-- his favorites!

JT definitely had more fun playing in the playground afterward, which I'm totally ok with. As long as he wasn't traumatized, the experience counts as a win (I apply this rule to most experiences with my 2-year-old)! He loved the indoor playground which was covered in letters and numbers-- his favorites!

 Am I smiling because his haircut looks great or because of the insane amount of relief I felt that he didn't throw a fit in the middle of a salon full of people watching him get his haircut since we were the absolute last people of the evening...? I'll let you decide.

Am I smiling because his haircut looks great or because of the insane amount of relief I felt that he didn't throw a fit in the middle of a salon full of people watching him get his haircut since we were the absolute last people of the evening...? I'll let you decide.

 

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Confessions of a Mom

I have debated writing this blog for a while. It would be completely inaccurate to describe myself as a Mommy Blogger (does anyone describe themselves as such anyway?). I am a beauty blogger, and super proud of it. My passion and reason for creating this blog was to talk about fashion and makeup without seeing eyes glaze over as a result (LOL). On top of that, I've only been a mom for 18 months. Or in mom years: 1.5 minutes. Thus my indecisiveness, but here I am. Because sharing my life with you beauties has helped me. Allowing this little blog to act as an open journal has brought me such joy and even healing.

So here I am, sharing my life at the moment. I have a thought (probably a taboo one): is there anything less "stylish" than parenting? I mean where is the glamour in these: disciplining disobedience, changing diapers, potty training, waking up early EVERY. SINGLE. DAY, having a tiny, fickle human with minimal communication skills attached to you 24/7. And yet, what is more rewarding? What could be more worthwhile in this life than shaping a mind; or creating a life that will impact hundreds if not thousands in this broken world?

But enough about all that. I wrote confessions in the title of this post for a reason. Here's just a few of my recent mistakes:

  1. I said s*** yesterday in the car with my baby in the back seat. Twice.
  2. We break the "1 episode of Sesame Street per day, only on weekend days" Rule almost every day.
  3. I have yelled at my baby to lay still while I was changing him. My baby. Who knows 12 words. 
  4. I have allowed my son to play with my phone (le gasp!) when my pregnancy goal was to keep him from phone/tablet viewing until he was 5. 

I write this post with the full disclosure that I have absolutely NO idea what the heck I'm doing. 90% of the time. But here's a few things I've learned to date:

  1. Sensi-Care is the best diaper rash creme ever (it's what they used on J.T. in the hospital, and I've yet to encounter a drugstore creme that compares).
  2. Farting is funny. 💨
  3. Parenting will challenge your marriage more than you may have thought possible. Being in agreement 100% of the time just isn't possible.
  4. I NEED grace in order to survive. Grace for myself, my husband, and even my baby when he isn't being just the way I'd imagined. (HA!)
  5. I will NEVER judge a mama whose kid is throwing a fit/having a meltdown in public. Ever. Again.

The full scope of raising a baby into a mature, godly man causes my throat to tighten a bit in panic. But at the end of the day, what gives me hope is that I'm not alone on this parenting journey. I have a godly man alongside me and wonderful family and friends who have helped me at every stage (you know, all 2 stages I've encountered so far). And I have you. I have you to laugh with, pray with, and share life's fullness as well as its heartache. Because boy, parenting is rich with both. 

What parenting lessons have you learned on the journey?