It's all gone.

Well, I finally caved. I knew when I met my husband that he was loosing his hair. He had a good attitude about it- said that he hated the idea of doing comb-overs or Rogaine. "Just let it go, man," he said. I figured I could deal with that. After all, my four older brothers all had the same thing happen to them. But then, one by one, my brothers coped with it by buzzing it all off. Which was fine, for them.

And then they tried to get my husband to do the same thing.

And he loved the idea.

And I freaked out and cried.

So, bless him, he didn't do it, no matter how much my brothers tried to sneak it behind my back or something. I knew that it would be over someday, and that I couldn't stop it without going back in time and marrying a different guy. But I just wanted to cling onto the dream a little bit longer!

Then, for his 30th birthday a couple of weeks ago, I told him that he could shave his head. I had a few people seem up in arms that he had to wait for "permission" from me, as though this was some control issue, but let me assure you that this goes both ways. I used to enjoy dying my hair red in high school, but my husband doesn't personally like red hair on girls. So I don't do it, because I want to be attractive to him. Likewise, he was kind enough to wait until I gave him the go ahead to shave his head off.

The effect was even stranger given that he had his beard from Halloween still. So, without further ado, the before and after.




I had to work hard to find a picture of him without a ball cap on, but there you go. Christopher with hair. This was at the Vatican, in case you were wondering.

And Christopher without hair, this last weekend at our cabin. Hopefully the pictures are big enough you can tell what is going on.

I'm getting used to it, slowly but surely. He loves it even more than he thought he would. His family didn't really like it either, especially his mom. But his co-workers were so excited that he actually shaved it while he was at work.