Kids ruined the au naturel thing I had going

I am blonde.  Or I was blonde.  During my pregnancy with Drew my hair started getting darker.  I was horrified.  I was always so proud of the fact that I was a natural blonde, even at age 30.  Then after William was born I actually had a person at the grocery store say, "Where did his white hair come from since you have brown hair?"  Oh, snap.  I almost took that grocery checker out.  And so my decision was made.  I was going to get my hair did for the first time ever.  It was a huge step because I was the only I knew who hadn't done that yet.  Never had a perm, never dye or highlights, no ears piereced... untouched.  

Now instead of having drab brown kids-ruined-my-blonde hair, I have I-sit-for-3-hours-every-8-weeks blonde hair, with some iced tea colored highlights.  I call it youth restoration.  Still no ear piercing, though.  Not until some grocery store employee insults my earlobes, anyway.