When Anna was three months old I quit my job to stay home with her. That was two years and three months ago. I started growing my beard the day I quit my job.
I never let it get to long. It got shaggy now and then, but 5 minutes with a scissors and a razor took care of that.
It looked pretty good from the front.
But it never really did fill in.
And from certain angles it just looked plain creepy.
Seriously, isn't that the grossest photo you've ever seen?
And now Liam is due to arrive soon and I've gone and shaved it all off.
It's my birthday present to him. You gotta figure a newborn, someone who has known nothing except for the smoothness and fluidity of the uterus for these last nine months, would probably rather not have a scratchy hairy face kissing his cheeks over and over again.
I brought Anna to the bathroom with me and let her watch me shave it off. She was pretty freaked out, but not in a scared way, just in a "I've never seen this man in my life" way. She got used to it pretty quickly. I let her put lotion on the places where hair used to be.
Today I'm watching a couple friends' one year old and Anna told her, "Look at daddy, Ella! It looks funny! Daddy's face is funny!"
I said, "Daddy's face is going to be like this for a long time, Anna. You'd better get used to it."
"Yeah," she said, "Liam will like it."
I don't know if I'll grow the hair back again. I do know that I miss it already. I've forgotten what my face looked like without hair, and I have to say I like it better with. I feel significantly less cool without the beard. Not that being cool is something I tend to concern myself with ... usually.
But it also feels really nice to be able to wash my whole face now and not have to scrub my beard. And kissing my wife, daughter (and soon-to-be son) is ten times better without hair.
So, happy early birthday Liam, from your uncool dad.