Fox has needed a haircut for a good three or four weeks now but we've waited until after the hustle and bustle of the holidays to call up his hairstylist. Wednesday morning I headed over to Tara's apartment to get Fox's haircut. We've done this three times before, I never thought it was a big deal and Fox was usually pretty good with a toy in each hand. But apparently in the two months since his last haircut Fox has acquired a phobia of scissors and people touching his head. Because he FREAKED OUT. I'm talkin' full body tantrums! Holy moly! It was so embarrassing. She managed to trim parts, but he was screaming so hard and so loud I said forget it and we left. Wednesday night I had to go run some errands so I told Chris to try and buzz Fox's hair. And once again Fox went into hysterics. So this is what he looks like currently, a character from Les Miserables:
Is it just me or does he look 5 years old now?
I'm sure if it was buzzed evenly all the way around it would look just fine. And I know it's only hair and it'll grow back, but I sure do miss his golden locks!