Yesterday, my dear husband had an unfortunate incident with his hair. When I say “hair,” I actually mean bare scalp. My dear, unassuming husband decided that he needed a haircut. He has been cutting it himself with this handy little hand-held clipper comb thing. It looks like a comb, it’s curved to fit well against your head, and basically, you just run it along your scalp and it cuts your hair to the desired setting. He was about half-finished, when it died. Darn. So, he was forced to plug it in to re-charge and wear a hat for the rest of the day. This was funny enough for me, and I giggled every time he took his hat off and revealed his mega patchy hair style.
It got so much
better worse for Trevor later last night.
His shaver was nice and charged, so he grabbed it and hopped in the shower (since his wife does not respond kindly to piles of tiny hairs all over the bathroom) to finish the job. In a matter of a minute or two, the shower curtain flings open, and Trevor looks at me with a look that says “Oh my sweet goodness, what have I done?!!” and it was pretty apparent to me what he had done: scalped himself. Someone (ie: Trevor… despite his accusations, which I vehemently (and truthfully, mind you) denied) may have accidentally switched the guard setting from “3″ to “1.5.”
I have never laughed so hard in all of my life.
Now, before you all tell me what a horrible and mean person I am for laughing at my husband in his time of great personal turmoil, it was his reaction that killed me, not his poor bald head. He knew once piles of hair started falling that something was amiss, but he never could have anticipated what his reflection would show in the mirror. When he jumped out of the shower dramatically and landed in front of the mirror, his mouth fell open, and he proceeded to lean in to the mirror and rub his head- as if any matter of rubbing would bring that hair back! He said “I’ve grown stubble longer than this!!” and that’s where I lost it. Tears poured down my face, and even though he told me to shut up about ten times, I could not stop laughing! I did take a picture of him with my phone, much to his horror, and even though he has gotten past the shock of having to shave his entire head to about 1/8″ he refused to let me share it with you (even though I BEGGED him).
So, instead, I leave you with this visual. It’s pretty accurate.
Trevor has been looking up hair-growth statistics all day long. Did you know the average human grows about 1/2″ of hair a month? Looks like about two weeks until my husband has hair again and can leave the house without a hat. Bless his poor little bald heart. His head feels exactly like a peach, if that gives you any frame of reference as to the length of this extreme hair cut. In all seriousness, he is still very hot, even as a very bald man. I am a lucky woman.
In completely unrelated (and fabulous) news, our friends, Cole and Lindsey, had their sweet baby girl, Sam on Friday! She is absolutely beautiful, and looks so much like her cute big brother, Noah. Lindsey had a much faster and easier labor this time around (thank goodness!), which was great news. We are so happy for them, and can’t wait to see little Sam again very soon! Congratulations, guys!! I snagged this picture from Lindsey’s blog, but isn’t Knox’s future wife so sweet?!!
Love this baby girl! So precious.
This work, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0 Unported License.