the time has come

We knew this was coming...

...we didn't want to accept it...

...but we had to admit that it was time.

It was a little bit upsetting

to cut that soft, fine baby hair

...but we made our peace with it.

Another milestone reached

...and we are better for it.

it's possible

So, we've been thinking about it...

...and we guess it's possible

that Owen may be in need of a haircut, after all.

I mean, we aren't going for a mullet, here.

All the same, I'm determined to hold out at least two more weeks. I am not quite ready to trim my baby's baby-fine locks! At least not until he's a bit closer to his birthday. Just two more weeks...or maybe four...

I can do this!

At long last I have decided to learn to cut my boys' hair, myself. For a long time I resisted, fearing I would leave them looking like newly shorn sheep. But I have grown weary of the hassle & expense of taking them elsewhere for haircuts, so this week I invested in a kit from the store. And today was the first attempt.

Kyle is such a prince about haircuts. He always has been. He sits there, as good as gold. No fidgeting, no complaining, for as long as it takes. Bearing this in mind, I began with him. And he was so patient! Benjamin did a good job too, but was very sensitive to the itch factor of it all. We'll figure out the finer points, I told him. This thing is trial and error right now.

So with Bob the Builder on TV to help, we set out. They really needed haircuts...so shaggy! It's amazing how much hair the cuts produced.


The result is not perfect, but for a first try I'm pretty satisfied. And we've already saved more than a trip to the kids' salon...even if it does have the allure of a train table.

bedhead(s)

Yeah, I know. They need haircuts. This week, for sure!