I bit the bullet.
After months and months of people (B and my sister) telling me to do I, I did it.
So this happened.
Peanut screamed bloody murder from the moment we put him on the turtle and strapped him in.
My plan was to only get them trimmed so they still had their curls, but I gave in to pressure from Boyfriend and the lady cutting their hair. (I need to stop giving in! I need to do what I want.)
Don't get me started on the woman who cut their hair. All I have to say is, I will not be going back there. If you're in the Seattle area and want to know more, contact me and get ready for a rant.
Yes, Peanut's wearing different shorts than in the first pic, he peed through his diaper and shorts.
The one redeeming quality of this salon is that they have a kids room in the back where they could play while waiting.
We ended up late because of traffic and I think I was trying to "make it up" to her. I shouldn't have bothered.
Sunday, we had a fun, looong day at the fair.
We fed camels.
I wanted to ride one but B doesn't like animals bigger than him (says the guy from Alaska!) and I couldn't take the Bambinos alone.
We sat down a little too early for Mutton Bustin'. The sun wiped the Bambinos out!
But we still had to get scones so we stood in a super long, but quickly moving, line.
Lovebug cuddled with Daddy.
And Peanut ran around a bit too. When I put him back in the stroller, he screamed and cried worse than he's ever cried in public. He was beyond tired.
How was your weekend?