Hair and There

So we had a quiet evening at home last night. At least, it was as quiet as it gets in our house. After eating chicken and mashed potatoes with corn and garlic cheddar biscuits for dinner, we watched a little Stargate SG-1 and then I watched Terry give the boys haircuts. This is always an event at our house, and there are several important aspects of this family ritual. Such as ...

The boys kidding each other about love handles and belly pooches when they take their shirts off.

Discovering a scary looking dark spot on Nicky's scalp. Turned out the be a remnant of the marker fight the boys had earlier this week.

Terry getting through half a haircut and then surreptitiously unplugging the clippers and pretending that they stopped working.

All the boys making suggestions for each other as to new styles--the bowl cut, the mohawk or the lawnmower look (plowed right down the middle). Thankfully their father takes none of these suggestions seriously.

Some serious mugging as they inspect their new haircuts in the bathroom mirror.

Terry offering to cut my hair for me. I don't take him up on the suggestion.

Terry does a great job on the boys' hair. Not so much on girls' hair. Years ago he was giving Matt and Luke both haircuts, and Stephanie begged for her daddy to cut her hair too. A little trim kept getting shorter and shorter until hair that hung halfway down her back was barely grazing the edge of her jawline. It wouldn't have been so bad except it still wasn't even. And it was the night before her kindergarten graduation. Thankfully we had a friend who did hair for a living and she was able to salvage something and turn a disaster into a cute cut. But she wouldn't even try until she made Terry promise he would never again cut Stephanie's hair.

Ahhh memories.

So after last night, the boys are all neatly trimmed and looking good. And there are tiny hairs all over the house that persist no matter how much sweeping and vacuuming we do.

How do my guys look?