hairs

Despite what some may think, my toe-headed boys DO occasionally need a haircut. Both had their first few haircuts in the tub while mom preened every individual hair with a pair of scissors. Not so sensible. So, two weeks ago, mom tried a different tactic when the blonde locks of both boys began growing minds of their own. Clippers. Genius. Placed the boys (one at a time, for obvious reasons) in our borrowed bumbo chair, wrapped the cutting cape around their necks, and clipped away. Both did well for having an electric toy buzzing next to their heads (but both insisted on holding the comb; one of them may have tried eating it). Stud muffins.