So my mom and Larry and I took the boys for their first haircut this weekend. It’s debatable whether they actually really really needed it, but their hair was getting scraggly, so why not? The boys, surprisingly, didn’t cry or anything. We took them to a children’s salon in Baton Rouge and so Oliver got to sit in a fire truck, and Linus and Miles sat in Lightning McQueen. The buttons on the steering wheels combined with tvs at every station meant they were transfixed and barely noticed they were getting a haircut. Whew!
And so now for some befores and afters…
I know, not a dramatic difference, but it’s definitely neater. Thank goodness they don’t look like big boys just yet. Still babyish.