Aug 27, 2009

Goodbye

Once I left my job to become a stay-at-home-dad, I decided I was going to quit shaving for awhile. With a new baby on the way, "not shaving" turned into growing a "playoff beard" until the baby was born. Well, now the baby has been successfully delivered and that means it's time to bid adieu to my food catching, security alerting, playground mom disturbing bristles.

Good bye, Beard. You subjected me to many an Amish or face vagina joke, struck fear in the hearts of small children and attracted law enforcement scrutiny in public places, especially outside of elementary schools. But that's not to say you didn't grow on me. Despite our somewhat adversarial relationship, I'm sad to see you go.

Stay the coarse my follicular friend. Maybe one day we'll meet again.










8 comments:

Aaron H. said...

You're a hot mess.

my name is Amanda said...

Hahahahahaha! Laughing very hard - out loud - at the series of photos. The last one tops it off.

And the Boyz II Men too? Smart ass!

sparsely kate said...

Oh...bye bye beard. And I only just got to know you....

Anonymous said...

Your a nut James! How the hell do you have time for this? Did you guys get another sweet, darling infant. It will come back to bite you in the ass one day (just wait for the teenage years)...

Chandra

Anonymous said...

LOL!

- Curt

Charity Donovan said...

OMG!

James said...

Yes, Darwin's been pretty easy so far. Truth be told, I started working on this post the night before Julie went into labor, so I had a head start.

Jay Ferris said...

We lost a good beard here today guys. But I truly believe that were the beard to have its say in the matter, we wouldn't look back on our time with it in pain or sadness, longing for one last rub against its furry coarseness. No, the beard would want us to remember the good times with a smile and a laugh. The beard would want us to keep looking forward; forward to a brighter future filled with bushier beards and maybe the occasional mustache that manages to not make someone look like a porn star. So with a smiling eyes and a laughing heart, I wish you farewell dear beard, here's hoping you find your way to the face of an angel, and one who is an especially sloppy eater at that.