Snip It. Snip It Good.

A last minute decision was sprung into action when the kids and I arrived at Snip-Its for their first-ever professional haircuts. Someday I'll try to explain to them that despite all of their tears that day, the experience was most certainly more traumatic for me than it was for them.

Note the "seat belt" around his waist...



Oh, God, oh God...



Let me just map out the nearest exit for my escape...



You have no idea what coaxing it took to get Maeve into this shampoo chair. No idea.



Snip...Snarl...


Snip...Smirk...



The Blow Out...



With their prizes in hand and their baby hair tucked securely in a zip lock bag for their memory boxes, we took one last photo at the "salon" for posterity...



A little Ramen sometimes makes everything a WHOLE LOT better: