Haircuts

Penny's hair was getting out of control. It kept getting knots and even though I'd spray it with a ton of that detangling stuff-- she'd still cry when I brushed it. I threatened to cut it off and she didn't care! So off it came.

When Jason and I first got married, he told me he had always gone to a barber and he always would go to one. I told him I was quite capable of cutting it myself. I grew up watching my mom cut hair, so something must have sunk in, right? It took some convincing, but he agreed to let me have a go. Before that I had only given my sister's friend, Brian Dever a haircut in High School. I was glad I had done that because I was able to not lie and tell Jason I had experience in cutting hair. I obviously impressed him, because he hasn't been back to the barber since.

I've cut Thomas and Sam's hair all along-- but this is the first 'real' haircut I've given Penny. When we lived in Texas she got a hold of some scissors, so I had to fix that one. She did her best to sit still this time, but a three year old is very squirmy, so it was a challenge. But I think it turned out pretty well.

























The boys got haircuts too. I forgot to get 'before' pictures for them, but just refer to the Halloween pictures to see how shaggy they were.