Not a tear was shed...

Before
During
After
After
After - it's so short you can see his cute scalp mole

Have I mentioned ever that Ian has cried, sobbed, wiggled, screamed and carried on through every hair cut he has ever had - beginning when he was 9 months old? Well, he has. And it's been and exhausting task to get our spiffy hair cuts. Thank God for Kendall, the stylist supreme, hasn't given up on him. She's the best - she whispered, coaxed, tickled and bribed Ian right along with me, every 6 weeks for the past 2.5 years. 2 haircuts ago it stopped. Just like that. It stopped. And just in time. He was getting so big and strong I had been pinning him down and putting him in a headlock of sorts just to get the trim.

Then Nate started up. W-w-w-what? Nate, who doesn't give a darn what you do to him - teeth, nails, hair. Whatever, it was short lived.

So today was the day I have been waiting for for nearly 3 years. Quick, quiet, cute haircuts. Not tear was shed. I think Nate ate about 27 tootsie rolls but I don't even care. Both were happy and chatty and EASY. Finally. Kendall and I might jut have to go for a celebratory drink.