Every fall/winter I grow a beard. It usually lasts 2-3 weeks before Jenna makes me shave it to a goatee and that typically lasts through January. I think I use the beard as an age barometer on myself. Every year I look in the mirror in horror as the amount of grey hair in my beard seems to double each year.
I started growing the beard last week. The first several days are just normal scruffy looking Chad. The next few days are the hardest because you have to trim it off the neck and then you go through that whole Don Johnson stage that I hate. Then finally you get to the itchy phase and you have a beard. This happened on Tuesday.
At the same time I was growing the beard, Noah decided to cut about 4 molars at once. Over the weekend and the first several days of this week he has wanted nothing to do with me to the point where he actually pushes me away. We assumed it was because I had a big boys weekend and his Momma has been holding him a lot while he hasn't felt good.
Yesterday a co-worker asked me how Noah was adapting to the beard. She said when her husband grew a beard her kids wanted nothing to do with him. I also remember my buddy Brown saying he always hated his Dad growing a beard when he was young. I asked Jenna last night if she thought this may be Noah's new Daddy-avoidance and she had no opinion to offer.
This morning I went to wake Noah up and get him dressed. This has always been my duty so this isn't a schedule breaker or anything. Noah refused to come to me. He shook his head 'No.' He pushed his back against the back of his crib and would not let me pick him up. Jenna came and teased me that I'd have to shave.
So I did. I went to the bathroom and shaved while Jenna got him dressed. The verdict...when I picked him up he came easily and said "DaDaDaddy" with a squeal. I don't know if he didn't recognize me or he just didn't like the beard but it was obvious that was the problem.
I started growing the beard last week. The first several days are just normal scruffy looking Chad. The next few days are the hardest because you have to trim it off the neck and then you go through that whole Don Johnson stage that I hate. Then finally you get to the itchy phase and you have a beard. This happened on Tuesday.
At the same time I was growing the beard, Noah decided to cut about 4 molars at once. Over the weekend and the first several days of this week he has wanted nothing to do with me to the point where he actually pushes me away. We assumed it was because I had a big boys weekend and his Momma has been holding him a lot while he hasn't felt good.
Yesterday a co-worker asked me how Noah was adapting to the beard. She said when her husband grew a beard her kids wanted nothing to do with him. I also remember my buddy Brown saying he always hated his Dad growing a beard when he was young. I asked Jenna last night if she thought this may be Noah's new Daddy-avoidance and she had no opinion to offer.
This morning I went to wake Noah up and get him dressed. This has always been my duty so this isn't a schedule breaker or anything. Noah refused to come to me. He shook his head 'No.' He pushed his back against the back of his crib and would not let me pick him up. Jenna came and teased me that I'd have to shave.
So I did. I went to the bathroom and shaved while Jenna got him dressed. The verdict...when I picked him up he came easily and said "DaDaDaddy" with a squeal. I don't know if he didn't recognize me or he just didn't like the beard but it was obvious that was the problem.
