Hair-the good, the bad and the ugly

Rob took a razor to his head. He said he liked my haircut, but he still decided to shave all his beautiful, wavy red hair off. So sad. Hopefully his sister Amy forgives him as her wedding is in two weeks. Here is what he looks like.


It made me start thinking about all the strange things we've done to our hair since we've met each other. One of the reasons Rob was first attracted to me was because I was wearing pigtails.

When we first met, Rob's hair was growing out, but he still liked to do weird things with his facial hair. One look I really detested was the handlebar mustache.

I've had short (noticed the boy band frosted blond Rob has too).

I've had short and REALLY blond.

I've had medium.

I've had long and straight.

I really don't like "doing" my hair, though. Maybe that's because I didn't have any sisters so I didn't spend hours growing up doing each other's hair. I've always wanted to do that, but since I don't have a sister I didn't.

Rob's had his fair share of odd. He was bald when Ben was bald and fluffy when Noah was little.



He's had greasy.

He likes to wear a baseball cap a lot. I kind of like that.

Here we are getting a static electric charge at the Science Museum in Cleveland.

But, I really, REALLY love Rob's red hair. It was the first reason I was initially attracted to him. I wanted red headed little babies and it was the reason I asked him to procreate with me on our first date (eventually, not that night, of course). Now it's gone and I have to hold on to the faith that after this stint in the military he will have gorgeous locks of love again. Until then, I'm in love with Mr. Clean.