Boo!

Did I surprise you? I surprised me!

I’m back. And I’ve got pictures. Lots of pictures. And I chose this one first. I don’t even know why. It’s not my favorite. I prefer my hair down. Someone once had to explain to me the definition of ‘looking like a pinhead’ and ever since I’ve been afraid of looking like a pin head, so I usually don’t post a picture of myself unless I had time to style my hair before the picture was take (which I rarely do). Plus, I’ve been having a bad hair year trying to grow at that wedge hair cut, so I haven’t been able to wear my hair down. (That was remedied by my sister taking her fancy scissors to my head and taking so little off I didn’t have to sweep, yet giving me a fresh new look. Hooray!) All this results in me not posting pictures of myself very often. Now I decide to’ let my hair down’ by posting a picture of me with my hair up. Go figure.  You don’t have to tell me I don’t look like a pinhead, I know I don’t. But I still fear it.

Whoa. Weird bunny trail. Pinheaded bunny trail.

Anyway, I posted this picture first ’cause I wanted to tell you about my glasses before posting all the pictures of our trip, because in the pictures of our trip, I’m wearing my glasses and I didn’t want you all to freak out and wonder if I’ve always worn glasses and you just didn’t notice or something. And I didn’t want to post about my glasses in a post that’s supposed to be about our trip.

So, for starters, here’s a picture of me in my glasses (not looking like a pinhead, I hope).

I have been near sighted in my left eye for years. It was finally getting bad enough that I was afraid to drive at night. I decided it was time to get glasses last fall, and then I got pregnant. And they say your eyes change when you’re pregnant, so I put it off and let Jeremy do most of the driving (which he does anyway!). Finally, it was time to get glasses.

My eye was so bad the optometrist could not believe I’d gone that long without corrective lenses. That’s why I say, me getting glasses is not a sign of the fact that I’m aging. (because I’m not – right, Christine? That’s a story for another time) My glasses are a sign of maturity. As in, I finally did what a responsible adult would do and went and got my eyes checked.

And then I was told I should probably wear them all the time so my eyes can learn to adjust.

And I freaked out, ’cause I was not prepared to pick out all-the-time-glasses with such short notice. I had not had time to research what styles would look good on my face. I did not have any fashion-conscious friends with me to give me advice. And I had 3 kids who were really being quite good, but where getting tired of being in the optometrist’s office for over an hour while Daddy and Mommy had their old eyes checked. (Claire kept trying on $300 dollar glasses and Jesse was using the lounge chairs as a jungle gym)

Despite all that, I made a decision, picked them up on Friday on our way to the concert, and loved them.

And wore them the rest of the day and had fun (and only felt a little bit bad about) making people uncomfortable all evening because they couldn’t figure out what was different about me. I decided I should issue a public apology. Sorry, peoples.

There, do you feel better? Now that we have gotten that out of the way, I will post the long-promised pictures…