Lloyd's Barbershop

These pictures reminded me of some of my pictures-I have a little blue jacket on like his and I am just wandering around-enjoying the sun!

So it's been a while...

We went to St George a few weeks ago, and it was so nice! I needed the vacation and it was just right- beautiful weather and nothing I had to do-just what we wanted to do. We went to the park every day and went to Zions and hiked around and just had a good time. I got my haircut at Lloyd's Barbershop. We (Reed and I) went on a Saturday to find somewhere to get my hair cut. Everywhere we found was either closed or booked for the day, so I decided to get out the phone book and call a place instead of driving around. The first place listed was called "A Cut Above" so I called, and a guy answered the phone and said he had time to cut my hair. We drove over to the place, and above the sign it says: Lloyd's Barbershop. Men's Cuts $10.00. Great, I thought. This guy is planning on me coming, so we can't just leave. We could, but then I would feel bad (thanks Mom and Dad- I think that comes from you. He would have never known who I was if I didn't go in-that whole commitment/guilt thing...) We went inside and it was an old guy with a sweet wig. He ended up cutting my hair, and I couldn't keep a straight face the whole time. He kept telling me he wanted to give me bangs and frame my face etc. I told him that it was ok. I just wanted it shoulder length-no fancy stuff (especially from a guy who has maybe never cut a girls hair!) Anyway, old Lloyd did fine, it was quite the experience though. I wanted to go back and get my picture with Lloyd, but what do you say: "Hey, I can't believe I let you cut my hair and this is such a funny story I want to blog about it and it would be so much better if I had a picture of you?" I didn't think that would go so well, so you will just have to imagine-an old guy covered in polyester with a wig of flowing and very styled gray/white hair.

Thanks Grandma and Grandpa Tanner for letting us stay at your house! It was so nice to get away!

This was us in Zions. I got to listen to Willie's running commentary for the whole 3 hours. I'm not complaining, just when it was things like, "Mom go fast" and him holding on to my hair like I was a horse. His commentary did slow down after the first two hours, but never did stop!

These were from one of the parks we frequented. Willie must take after his mom-flip flops while dad is in his stocking cap! (Either that, or his mom dressed him :)

Mom- I had to post these pictures because this is what I frequently come home to from work-Willie playing with his little dog and fishy toys. He lines them up in the window or on the rocking chair and gets mad if I move them off the chair to sit down. They are currently his favorite toys. The first picture is Willie saying "Thanks Grandma!"