Yesterday was officially "cut your grass or get sued by the neighborhood association day." I think the last time I cut the grass was a month ago. It has been so dry the grass hardly grew. We got a little bit of rain last week and kaboom - knee high grass/weeds in some places. I must say it looks much better.
So after cutting the Dust Bowl, I came in to get cleaned up. I noticed that my beard was full of dirt. I know, I know - that just screams sex appeal. I never had a full beard until we got pregnant with Emma and a "daddy beard" just seemed like a cool thing to do. I shaved the beard completely each time we found out that we were pregnant so that each baby had their own special daddy beard. I didn't want them to think that I favored one child over another.
I sat there staring at my dirt filled beard and figured it was time to go back to my standard goatee type beard. "It would definitely be much cooler!" I thought. After shaving I took a shower and came out to the rest of the family. Chloe was the first one to realize that Daddy looked different. She pointed to me and laughed and said "fuuuunnnny".
Emma smiled but didn't say anything. The Mrs. didn't notice for about 20-30 minutes until I said "you didn't even notice." I think she likes it this way better than a full beard but i'm not really sure.
Later in the day, the kids crawled up in my lap.
Chloe just looked at my face and touched my cheeks and kept saying "Schmoove, Daddy".
Emma looked at me, not quite sure of what happened and said "Daddy, how did you broked your face?"
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