Dylan driving the Ice Cream truck.
Finally, we took the boys into get their hair cut. We were about 3 weeks overdue. (The flu debacle set us back a little!) I always have to psych myself up for haircut day. It is *usually* a CHORE to take them over there and get them to sit still long enough to squeeze in a somewhat respectable haircut! I actually even schedule their appointments during lunch or in the afternoon so that daddy can attend also. I haven't braved up to going it alone - YET. Anyway, today I was pleasantly surprised. Don't you love when that happens?? Dylan did really well. He had to sit in my lap and wouldn't wear the cape, so I will be itchy with tiny baby razor blade hairs all over me all day. But hey, he didn't cry once :) Chase was a trooper. He entertained Dylan by blowing bubbles while he waited his turn. Mrs. Brenda, his usual hairstylist, was off today. I hesitantly went anyway and hoped for the best. I was anticipating a meltdown over some strange new lady cutting his hair. But, you know what? He didn't even mention her name. PHEWW! So, $42 (is that insane?) later we have two clean cut little boys who both look so much older without all the shag!