Hair today, gone tomorrow. Well today, actually.

One of the few postive things about pregnancy for me is that my hair not only grows fast, it gets thick and healthy too. Pretty impressive, isn't it?


But it's HOT. And HEAVY. And it takes forever and ever to dry. So I asked my sister Micki, the beautician, to intervene.


Micki enlisted Chris's help.

Good thing Chris isn't a surgeon. Because now, instead of the required ten inches for Locks of Love, they'll be getting eleven. A very crooked eleven, but eleven.

Ahhhh, that's better now! (Notice how Crystal is guarding her own ponytail??)