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Smooth As A Baby's Bottom, Redux

I posted a Top Ten list of good reasons to shave your beard after having a baby. As a special treat, I also arranged to have Katie's sister take video of the unveiling to Katie. This was the first time Katie ever saw me without the beard. While Katie was experiencing a major freak-out, Max enjoyed his first cheek-to-cheek contact with Daddy:


My mother has also recently learned how to leave comments on my blog posts. On my Top Ten list, she said it reminded her of shaving her cat. I feel that might need further explanation. In the summer of 2006, my mother was living with me in Brooklyn Park. I signed up for the "Energy Saver" plan with the electric company, which gave me savings in my electricity rate in return for letting them apply a rolling blackout to my air conditioning unit during peak times of the day. Little did I know how big an effect that would have on the internal temperature of the house! It was very difficult to keep room temperature. Yet I was too stubborn to return to the status quo, given the benefits to global warming.

My mother's cat has medium length hair, though, and seemed especially hot that summer (lots of panting). Rather than fix the air conditioning, it seemed wise to me to shave the poor creature. (In retrospect, I question my sanity.) Katie took a (very long) video of the sad process:

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  1. cheriemom7:07 PM

    dr mike so goofy!!my poor lacey still has nightmares!! did you start her shave from boreedom?
    love mom!!

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