What can I say? My kids are cute. And don't even get me started on the amazingness that is Instagram.
Last night, after the going-to-bed craziness was complete, I took some time while watching X-Factor (seriously-- how lame is that show now?! Britney-- I expected more from you!) to go through my pictures. I realized, while flipping through my photos over the last couple of weeks, that the picture taking has gotten out of hand.
How do I know this? Here is a complete collection of pictures from Anna's haircut a couple weeks ago. I'm thinking about making it into a flip-book, that's how many pictures there are.
Thank goodness for the suckers...
The finished product.
Keep in mind this was not Anna's first haircut. It wasn't even her SECOND haircut. A woman in her thirties is all about documenting life, but I think I might be going a bit overboard here. I found this particular collection so excessive that I almost deleted all 1068 pictures currently on my phone.
Because then I watched this video again and I thought, sigh. Excessive picture-taking is worth it. Sometimes a woman in her thirties captures pure awesomeness: