The witchlings
So yesterday morning started out quiet. The kids were playing and then William came in and said, "Mommy! I need a haircut!" I think I must have mumbled something like, "That's nice, Baboo, we'll get one maybe after Daddy gets back". He skipped back into the other room, giggled a few times then came back in and said, "Look! Haircut!"
It's astounding what fiskar scissors can do to a kid's look.
SO we had to take him down to the mall to get it ALL evened out....now keeping in mind he's never had short-short hair like this and went from bald to little curls over his ears, it's sort of a shock to now see this short a cut! Elen got a trim as well, hey, with both of them needing it, (her bangs were starting to get distracting to her) it was time to get that done, too...William's now shaking his head trying to work out what happened to the flippety-floppety factor (there was always a cowlick or four doing their own thing on his head) and now not so much!
Ah well, such is life with kid-lets!