Buzzed

The past two weeks have gotten hotter and hotter down here, like everywhere, and while we have been loving the weather and spending all the time we can outside - it has brought up an issue with James. He is a sweater - like massive amounts of sweat come out of his head whenever he just steps outside. He has always had super thick hair and since he HATES getting his hair cut (I cannot even begic to describe the scene that takes place the minute we walk into a salon and he sees "the chair" - he collapses and then screams blue bloody murder while thrashing every limb... which makes it pretty impossible to get even a halfway decent hair cut because the poor stylist is so scared of cutting him and just wants it to be over as fast as possible), it is usually fairly long and shaggy. John and I had to make the decision whether we would have to start getting his hair cut on a regular basis, which would rank up there with getting every single one of my teeth pulled, or just buzz his hair at home and hope that it is less traumatic for everyone.

We opted to buzz.

And with the new hair cut, he decided to wear his glasses right-side-up. He freaked the first time he saw himeself in the mirror but he keeps running hands through it and saying "whoa", which Im taking as a good sign. Because well, its too late to take it back - so it better be a good sign!