Fly for a white guy

It was about that time again.  In fear of causing permanent vision problems we brought the boys in for another haircut.  I'm not going to lie.  This is not one of my favorite Momma duties for a couple of reasons.

1. I like long hair on my boys.  If they had any hint of a curl their locks would never be butchered touched with a scissor.  (you lucked out on this one Kenton S!!)
2. Taking them (Griffin) in for a haircut has not always been the most pleasant experience.  Don't believe me review earlier haircut posts.  We were making it a habit to walk out of the salon a hairy, snotty, sticky mess!  

Due to #2 I always bring a back up with me.  Misery loves company right?!?

This round of haircuts was not like any other.  It was actually an alright experience.  "Snarly scissor lady" was very nice and my boys BOTH sat in the chair, still, and did not make a peep!  Cha-ching!! 

First up- Griff.

Wow... I am so proud of this boy.

Catching up on cartoons while getting his hair did.

"The chicks will dig this!"

"Doah....what's going on over there?!?"

Geesh.... I sure hope she doesn't take too much off the top!

With a death grip on his lollipop, Baby Bear was up next.

Yes, I am proud of this one too! 

"Hey Ma. What'cha think?  You like?"

"Hhhhheeeyyyy.... I like!"

"Hey lady... easy with the scissors next time!"

Cheese!  2 handsome dudes chilling!

Let's hope that this was not a fluke!  Don't worry I will still bring back up next time.  I am so proud of my boys!!