That’s How We Roll: Day 16

 

We like to put our kids to work!

And they love it! :)

Wanna know how awesome my husband it? He not only cut our grass, but he cut the grass for the house across the street {the renters just moved out….anyone want to be my neighbor? PLEASE?}, and the 2 houses next to us. As we were driving down the street, Ben says, “Man, who cuts their lawn? And their lawn? And their lawn? And their lawn?”!!! Love it!

That’s how {my boys} roll!

That’s How We Roll: Day 6

I remember when I was in Kindergarten and 1st grade, and my Dad getting me ready for school. I remember him tying my dresses {I wore dresses to school all.the.time!} and I always wanted it TIGHTER!!! I also remember him combing my hair with this little black comb and getting out the “rat’s nests.”
After bath’s Ben likes to comb the girls’ hair. “Glamour Shots, by Deb” he calls it.
That’s how WE roll!

Baldy!

My husband has a LOT of hair. Thick, coarse, dark hair. Imagine my surprise, and excitement when he said he wanted to donated to St. Baldricks. What is St. Baldricks, you ask? Wellllll…..The St. Baldrick's Foundation is a volunteer-driven charity committed to funding the most promising research to find cures for childhood cancers and give survivors long and healthy lives. So, you donate money and then shave your head! :)

Ben’s friend, Levin, put together a team of fellow fireman {Bald Brotherhood} in the hopes of raising $1,000 to donate. I think they were able to raise around $700. And to top it off {literally} my husband shaved his head!

The “before picture. So, my husband doesn’t have a lot of hair to lose. But, this is the first time he’s EVER shaved his head! It was a pretty big deal! He almost felt like backing out!

Ben and his friend, Levin.

This is what he would look like with a receding hairline. Nice!

My bald husband! Even without hair, he’s still smokin hot! :)

The kids didn’t know what to think! Paisley was skeptical at first. Parleigh was a little freaked out!

I never thought I’d see the day that Ben would shave all his hair off. And really, it’s not that bad!

Baby wearing 101

When baby is upset, crying, and  inconsolable: strap her on your belly, take her outside, and get her some fresh air. {In this case, your husband’s belly} Thus allowing you to catch your breath for a few moments.

On the Brain

Tonight, as I climbed up to the top bunk to say goodnight to Preston and sing him a song, he says to me, “I thought you were a 12-point buck, Mom!” Okay……where did that come from? I guess that’s what happens when Ben tells them a hunting story just minutes before I came into the room.

During Sacrament meeting this afternoon, which, I might add, the children behaved themselves extremely well, Parker drew a picture for his Dad. He’s quite the little artist right now, and I should probably be scanning more of his artwork.


If you can’t tell what it is….
Dad is in the tree stand, with his bow and arrow shooting at two bucks. :)
Seriously, what 6 year old knows how to draw a tree stand, let alone knows what one is?
I wonder where he gets it from? These boys are “ate up” with hunting!

Day {28} of {30}: Father and Daughter

 

Day {25} of {30}: Bedtime Stories

 

Guess who read the the bedtime story tonight? I’ll give you a hint. His name starts with a P. And ends with an ER!

:: Parker reading his first “real” book. Arthur in a Pickle.::

Daddy got a citation!!

And, yes, that’s a GOOD thing! :)
When I think of a citation, I think of a ticket.  {and to make sure I wasn’t making things up, I just googled it!}
ci·ta·tion
noun /sīˈtāSHən/ 
citations, plural

1. A quotation from or reference to a book, paper, or author, esp. in a scholarly work
   • - there were dozens of citations from the works of Byron
   • - recognition through citation is one of the principal rewards in science
2. A mention of a praiseworthy act or achievement in an official report, esp. that of a member of the armed forces in wartime
3. A note accompanying an award, describing the reasons for it
   • - the Nobel citation noted that his discovery would be useful for energy conversion technology
4. A reference to a former tried case, used as guidance in the trying of comparable cases or in support of an argument
5. A summons
   • - a traffic citation

See, number 5? A traffic citation. That's what comes to mind, every time! But, in Ben’s case, he has what is referred to in number 2. Or is it number 3? Oh well. You be the judge.
Whatever the case, since I am obviously rambling on…..
Ben and his father went flounder fishing on Saturday. Just so you know, flounder is my FAVORITE! As much as I hate can’t stand put up willingly let my husband go fishing, I really don’t mind him going flounder fishing. It’s a flakey white fish. Super yummy!
Anyway, they went flounder fishing yada yada yada {if you want details you can ask him} and he caught a citation flounder, which is a BIG one. {Meaning not necessarily record breaking, but one that is not a normal size! Meaning, LARGE!} It’s the largest one he’s ever caught, and only a few ounces away from the largest one his father’s ever caught! He was super excited. I was super excited. Especially when they filleted it, and fried it up for dinner. It fed 10 adults and 4 children, and there was some left over!
“Give a man a fish it will feed him for a day….teach a man to fish……”


It’s bigger than Parleigh!!!

Good job, Ben! You ROCK!!!