My wonderful husband is under the impression that since his mom was a cosmetologist, the ability to cut hair is inherited. The dilemma: Joe thinks he can cut Max's hair at home, therefore, saving us money. The result is poor Max's buzz cut in the middle of winter and a very unhappy mama~(These pix of Max throwing a temper tantrum represent how I actually felt when I walked into the bathroom and saw the final result. Max is much cuter mid-tantrum than I am~think symbolism!)


The worst part was when Joe was trying to console me by saying, "This is how my hair was when I was a little boy." HMMMMM.... probably NOT the best choice of words, taking into consideration that my husband is gorgeous, but BALD.


As you can tell, Max seems unharmed! And I have to remember there is a good chance Max got hair from my side of the family and it will grow back~probably quickly.
Still cute, isn't he?!