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Haircuts

As many know I have been getting some pressure to cut the Dudes hair. There have been comments about them having mullets and they could dress up like Rednecks or Hillbilly's for Halloween. Rude. I love those curls. Mullet or not. I realize that their hair was a little crazy and mullet looking. I also realize that they would probably look better with a haircut. However, I also realize that if I cut their hair that they would look more like little boys and not as much as my little babies. I wasn't sure I was ready for big boys. I know it's just hair. I cut my hair on a whim pretty regularly. I have cut Diva's hair as well. I just wasn't wanting to cut my babies hair. But, Mr. Mayer started taking pictures and posting mullet pictures online last night. Again~rude. The time had come. I needed to get them a cut. Nana Karen came over this afternoon and went with me to Kuts for Kids with Mr. Will today. I was nervous! The little guys had a great time playing with all the toys. Carter went first. I wasn't sure if there was going to be crying, screaming or giggles.

These dudes did really well. Thank goodness that Mr. Will is super fast. His hands were flying. We were in and out in 20 minutes. And, they look a little less like crazy haired babies and more like little boys. They are still devastatingly handsome and they still love their Mama.

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  1. i'm right there with you :: RUDE! i'm glad they are still handsome as all get out and that they still love their momma AND that all the RUDE comments can go away!
    ***you need to make your pictures bigger...i can't really see how cute their cuts are***

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  2. I know, it's a work in progress. I posted a couple of after pictures on my Facebook page that you can see better.

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