Three years, five months and fourteen months...

First haircuts.

They happened.

Rhys was pretty chill.  Once he figured out I wasn't going anywhere, he was cool.

I got my mind on my momma and my momma on my mind.

Y'all.  Little boys.  They are the bomb.  

This was the before.  A little craziness going on with the hair.  But oh so, super cute.

It's about to go down, y'all.

It's cool.  Hey dad.

All done!  That was easy peasy.

And...here's Aubrey Kate.  Like someone's going to slap her.  We'd been talking about the haircut all week long.  Somedays she was excited.  Somedays, not so much.  We told her it was like getting her nails clipped.  It doesn't hurt but you have to sit still.  She was all brave coming in and then cowering like a trapped animal.  

Three.  All kinds of three.

The oh so familiar, "But I don't want to..." face.

But, for real, look how long it was.  

Dad had the brilliant idea to turn on Veggie Tales.  

Larry and Bob to the rescue.  

Well.  We're not crying.

The result.  Like four inches gone.

Still not happy about it.

A SUCKER!  I GET A SUCKER!  LET'S DO THIS AGAIN!!!!

Okay, but seriously.  Y'all.  How absolutely gorgeous is that little girl?  Goodness.  She still takes my breath away.  I do not deserve her or Rhys.  In any way, shape, form or fashion.  

Thank you, Father.

So the burning question I feel y'all asking is...

...where did you put the locks of hair?  

And the answer is, I didn't.

There was a moment during nap time on Saturday when I looked at Chris and said, "Should I have kept a lock of their hair?"  That annoying mom guilt poking me on my shoulder.  

And his response was to look at me like I was an alien and say, "It's too late now!"

True.

But reality is I have absolutely zero clue if my mom saved a lock of my hair.  And if she did (which I doubt), I have survived almost 37 years without needing it.  

So precious children, I adore you.  Every single inch of the beautiful, hand-crafted, God-ordained creation you are. 

But I didn't save a lock of your hair.

Sorry.

If there are mom's out there reading this who did, HIGH FIVE!  I love your sentimental nature.   Really.  

Anyway, let's hope we don't have to do this again for another three years and five months.  The stress of the preparation was almost too much for me to handle.  

Although, next time, we'll start with the sucker.