Tuesday, November 24, 2009

It's starting...

Just 14 1/2 weeks, and I'm already showing!


What's up with that? ;)

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

The Tale of Paul's Facial Hair

So...

Many of you have noticed something a little peculiar about pictures of Paul lately. ;)

For the first time in his adult life, Paul made an attempt to grow some facial hair. I didn't think it was possible, but it turns out it is. Why did he decide to give it a try? Well, Paul's a good sport, right? He's pretty much always up for fun and/or silly endeavors. It's part of why I love him so much. (Aww!) So, of course, when Paul heard that his department at work likes to have a little facial hair growing party during the month of October every other year, he was totally game--a little unsure, but game.

It all started out a little dicey. Those of you that know Paul are aware that he is a little lacking in the facial hair department. It's the Asian in him. ;) It started to grow, but it was definitely sparse. A few weeks in, though, it started to fill in ever so slightly. Suddenly, Paul had an honest to goodness goatee! And yes, he was proud of his little goatee. :)

Here's the team on the last day of the challenge:


And here are some closeups:

Before the shaving begins, Paul is confident that he is hot stuff.


Shaving has commenced. No more 'stache!


Yes, you have a cute smile, Paul. But now it's time for the rest to go!


Paul mourns the loss of his beloved goatee.


All is well, though! He may have lost a goatee, but he has gained a happy wife! I'm so glad I have my husband's face back!


Monday, November 2, 2009

Halloween!

Check out our little baseball player!





Thanks for the wonderful costume, Grandma Hansen! :)

James loved Halloween. He loved showing off his costume at Paul's work and around the neighborhood. He loved knocking on doors and having people give him candy. And he loved being the center of attention. :)

He did not love the skeletons hanging on people's doors. ;) If a house had a skeleton on the door, James refused to knock on it. He'd turn to us and say, "Did it scare you?" with a worried expression on his face.