So, I finally admitted that there was a problem and got out the clippers. I've given him hair cuts in the past, but just with my scissors while he's watching a movie. But we were way beyond that. He started out okay with the clippers, but rapidly progressed to severely not okay.

So we still have a few spots to fix, but here he is about a pound lighter and looking so grown up...

Now, you may not have noticed, because he's so quiet subtle and quiet, but Coen is quite the crier. (You can stop here and laugh hysterically if you need to.)
He seriously bursts into crocodile tears about 400 times a day because he hurt himself (usually he ran into something with his large noggin) or someone was mean to him (they made a funny face at him), or I asked him to do something completely outrageous like put on his shoes.
Here he is when I asked him if I could take his picture.

Lately he wants me to help him do everything. Somethings I can understand and some requests are pretty ridiculous. The latest one was pretty funny though. He asked me to help him eat his sammich. I asked him what he wanted me to do and he said... I'll open my mouth, you pick up my sammich, put it in my mouth, close it and che... He kind of realized he was asking me to chew his food for him and tried to stop mid word. Then he quietly picked up and ate his sammich by himself.
My next post will be some pictures of him being happier, I promise. And hopefully it will be with in the year... Just kidding mom, it will be sooner than that.