A Hairy Problem

I've recently received many comments about my hair in our blog header picture on this blog, facebook and through email and would like to face these rumors head on. No, there was no wind machine, fan or jet engine blowing my hair back. Just a combination of thick, long hair and Mother Nature on the day the pictures were taken in an windy alley. My hair is an ongoing problem for us, one that we face head on and deal with as a family, despite the numerous pictures it ruins and gobs of hair down shower drains, on bathroom floors, and tangled up in the vacuum cleaner. Brian has learned to stay still and smile for as many takes as we need to get a family picture where Mommy's hair behaves. Steve has learned to keep his comments to himself when he has to cut my hair out of the vacuum cleaner just to get it to work again. However, the real victim here is my dad, the poor man lived with four women, all having hair with a mind of its own. Through some miracle, he has only had the house replumbed once, probably due to his diligent monthly use of a pipe snake to remove the massive hairballs from the plumbing. There is no real solution to my hair problem, short of shaving it off, so we press on, ruined pictures and all. Here are some other pictures that have been ruined by my hairy problem:

We never did get a good one of Brian and I that day

The look of annoyance on Brian's face is probably due to the many takes necessary because of my crazy hair

You can't see it, but a strand of hair flew into my mouth, rendering me unable to smile

And the worst one of all, my high school senior graduation picture, I'm in there somewhere