De-Hair-ified

My kids were in serious need of haircuts. Da Boo could hardly see with her bangs hanging in her eyes and the Boy was growing a lovely set of curls that, while they made me want to rub his head constantly, might make strangers questions his gender. Luckily, I happen to know some amazing women who cut hair and who live right here in my neighborhood! Off we went to Jessica's house to shed a few hairs.

Some before shots:

Poor thing wonders why everything has a yellowy hazy to it.

Can't you just see yourself winding your fingers in these lovely locks? So sad to see them go...

Da Boo, being the bravest, was the first one in the chair. This is Jessica cutting their hair. Let's pretend that's what I look like, shall we? Same name, same dress size, right? And no, she didn't get all dolled up in anticipation of the photo shoot for my prestigious blog. She always looks like this. Always. I need to take this girl more brownies...


The Boy was a little less excited about his haircut. The first half was spent with me sitting in the chair, firmly holding him in place. Then Jessica, the brilliant person that she is, gave the Boy a squirt bottle...he was in heaven! And he got to squirt it! At Mom! What could possibly make a boy happier?


As soon as we got home, da Boo wanted to put in a headband. Jessica not only tamed those bangs but she gave Boo some light layers so her hair falls nicely in the back.


The Boy still was not convinced he needed to be put through that torment...until I let him climb the stool and check out his new do in the mirror. Sigh, no more curls to fiddle with.

Thank you, Jessica!