Hairy situation

The theme of this past weekend was definitely Hair. No, we weren't dancing around naked singing hippie tribal love songs. It was off to the salon for all four of us. But before I get to that, I wanted to follow up on the hot yoga post. I ended up going twice last week -- before DH was thrust into a 14-hour-workday schedule which puts him home around 9:30 pm, effectively causing me to miss the 8:15 pm class. But imagine my surprise to step on my scale and find that I had actually lost two pounds. Yep, one pound per class, this is totally why people go! Near instant results! DH read that hot yoga can burn 300-1200 calories per session, which explains it. Of course, both lbs have returned to their cozy residence on my belly because I had to console myself for being homebound again with some chocolate ice cream. But the promise is there... maybe someday. And those of you who are The Biggest Loser fans may be interested to hear that Suzy Preston, who was the runner-up in season two and married the winner, was at the class too.

Although myself, DH, and the pooch also got a trim this weekend, of course it is far more interesting to talk about Bean's first haircut. DH and I took him on Saturday after two failed nap attempts... yes, we were taking our lives in our hands with that gamble, but we couldn't wait any longer. Oh, and while you are looking at the pictures below, be sure to imagine an episode of Barney blaring loudly on a TV in the background. It helps to set the right mood.

His first reaction was, "This chair is awesome!"

Isn't he the cutest in that cape?

He tolerated it for a few minutes, but then things got a little tricky. Bean decided he was nervous, and the binky alone wasn't cutting it, so he wanted to hang out under mama's shirt. As Bean has no concern for my modesty, the stylist got some choice views of The Girls (my awesome new bra continues to earn its worth). But it got the job done.

As you can see, Bean is clearly thrilled with the results. And I'm hopeful that no one will exclaim "She is adorable!" at the grocery store today.

Because of the missed morning nap, we decided to walk on a local trail after the haircut to get us back on schedule. As we marveled at Mt. Rainier...

...Bean practiced his angsty teenage "Can we leave now?" look.

He did enjoy some string cheese when we got home, though, and even rewarded the dog for executing the "be cute" command.

And the best part of the weekend, we spent Sunday shopping at the fancy mall burning through the remainder of my birthday money. Bean did marginally well, but DH was my champion shopping partner as always. He's probably embarrassed that I say it, but I'm fairly certain that no woman with a heterosexual husband could ask for a better mall buddy in her spouse. I love you, honey!!