Aack! I Can See Their Faces!

So, Josh FINALLY agreed with me that the boys should get their hairs cut. After months and months of comments made by me (and a few questions from strangers as to whether they were boys or girls) he finally caved and said it was time.

I think it was the shock if him saying it was time that made me the one not wanting to have it done anymore. Zeke looked like such a rock star...almost like a young Bon Jovi, if you will. Deacon had such sweet curls that I would just hate to lose.

So, we both finally caved, and I spent the week looking through the Yellow Pages, trying to figure out which barber shop I would want to take the boys to. After going back and forth (based solely on the location and the name of the shop), I decided I could do it myself.

And do it myself I did! (Josh helped a little by shaping up around the ears and back, so it wasn't entirely my work, but it mostly was.) I must say we did a pretty good job. Deacon's hair came out great. Zeke's was a harder job and looks a little less good (plus he wouldn't sit still as nicely as Deacon had). But both boys got their hairs cut, they look fabulous, I can see their faces (which was really only a problem with Zeke), and we are all happy, and Josh has deemed it that I shall henceforth be the barber for my menfolk. And now, without further adieu, the boys with their spiffy new haircuts! Ta-daaa!!!