Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

After almost 2 years of begging from Scott to shave Jared’s hair, I took some anti-anxiety meds, a buzzer, and some Skinnygirl Margarita and shaved his head.  A few tears later (by me, not Jared) it was done.  Gone are the days of chasing Jared through the house with a squirt bottle of water and a comb to tame the mane before we address the public. 

 

And this one.  You could have heard the screaming and crying from the jealousy because someone else was getting attention.  And when he calmed down, his hair left town too.

There goes the mohawks.  Sad face.