Before and After

We decided that we needed some summertime changes around here. So this is what we went with:

Before:

After:

 Before:

After:

 I usually cut everybody's hair. I get out all of the stuff, drag the boy kicking and screaming, fight him for an hour, and then spend forever sweeping up the floors and giving him a bath to get off every miniscule piece of hair. Andy is much easier--we avoid the kicking and screaming--but it's still the prep and cleanup. My favorite present is when he just goes to the barber and has it done (although he always gets it military short. I like controlling the length, so I guess it's a toss up whether I want to do his or not).

Autumn pulls out her hair a million times a day. I do it over and over again, but she seems to like feeling like a wild jungle girl with hair covering her face and sweat pasting it to her neck. She needed a change. And Calvin has looked unkempt for a month.

I had heard about this place from many people, so I finally decided to give it a try. I called them and they fit me in within a few hours. It was amazing. First of all, they were punctual. We didn't have to wait forever with the kids getting agitated. And then they got to choose which fun chair to sit in:

 (Pink Car)

 (Blue Car. Although he wanted the airplane the kid next to him was sitting in.)

Calvin's cut took 15 minutes. The girl's took about 20. That was it. No hour of fighting--they got to pick a cartoon to watch and the stylists chatted with them the whole time. When they were done, they got to pick a balloon and a sucker. I paid the best $13/ea I've ever spent in my life, and let the kids play on the slide while I happily watched somebody else sweep up all of the hair. 

I mean, what's not to love about this place?

I was happy. They were happy. They look adorable. Win, win, win.

Also, we had the most rain today that I've seen here in years. It was coming down in thick sheets that I could barely see through while driving, all the way from the south part of the valley up to the point of the mountain (locals will know what that means). I like to think that the storm followed us back from Seattle. You're welcome, Utah.

7/5