Baaaaaaaa

Because we were in such a hurry to go to the bar the other night, we didn't give the kids a bath (man! that is a classy sentence right there), and they ended up having really skanky greasy hair the next day. Jack had snarls like you wouldn't believe, and when we hugged Harry, he smelled strongly of burger.

Here are some of Jack's shorn snarls:

We drove home from Peoria and practically straight to a chain hair cut place that we had a coupon for (agin! supah classy!)
Harry was pleased to get his Zac 'do trimmed, and like me, he loves to admire his reflection while he's in the chair

I was sort of bummed to see Jack's locks fall on the floor because I have gotten quite a charge out of their hippy hair these last couple of months

Look at all that sweet blond hair!

Even Harry had quite the lap full.

He was very good because we told him he could have toy at Target if he was nice. Ever since we stopped buying absolutely every thing we wanted at the precise second we wanted it, promises of toys for good behavior have been really effective for all of us. Who knew?

Poor Jack.

He manned up as long as he could, butt he kid hates clippers, which is too bad because he looks fantastic with short hair-- he was little baby schlep before, and now he's a handsome mini-Ben.