Summer Haircuts

I'm not the only one who got a haircut. I finally made good on my threats to cut the girls' hair. I wasn't so dumb that I yelled, "That's it! If you don't let me comb your hair I'm cutting it off as short as Daddy's," as I might have once or twice earlier this year. How do you think that trip to the hairstylist would have gone? Instead I calmly called my friend's sister and set up appointments. Then I said in a falsely cheerful voice, "We're all going to get summer haircuts girls, and today we'll celebrate our last day of long hair with fancy hairstyles." All the while I was thinking, "And then you can stop screaming every time I pick up a comb."  For the last day of long hair I gave them french braids (which they never let me do). And then we headed off for our fun and exciting haircuts.

This is the before shot. But they've just been hiking in the hot sun and eating chocolate, so their faces are a little dirty.

Mwah! I love it. They even comb their own hair now! And bonus! Kenzie doesn't chew on hers anymore.