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Sebastian and the Beach Ball and the Beard
I'm still freaked out, but I might as well try to do some normal posts in the meantime.
Sebastian and I have been spending more time out in the backyard lately. I smack a beach ball high up in the air, and he laughs like crazy and tries to catch it.
He wasn't having much luck, so we practiced by first having him catch the beach ball from a much lower height - only a couple of feet or so. He soon started catching it most of the time. Then I started hitting it higher and higher. The practice definitely improved his catching. And I think it's a good workout for me, too. We're also playing tag in the back yard, using the beach ball to tag each other.
Hmm. Another game we played indoors recently was a variant of the "hide and seek animals" game. He'd just gotten three large toys: Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles (from the Sonic the Hedgehog game - they were on sale at the Mark Stevens CVS outlet store for $2.49). We took turns hiding them around the house, and having the other person search for them. He absolutely loves that game.
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Over the last year or two both Teri and Sebastian have urged me to shave off my beard. I've resisted; I used to say that I was waiting until I lost 100 pounds.
But lately my beard has been turning very white, in patches - it looks terrible! The white hairs grow three or four times faster than the red ones, they're thicker, and seem to resist my trimmer somehow. I have to go back and forth over my beard in several directions to get them, and the results are terrible.
So recently I've been talking about shaving it. Teri told me to go ahead, but I thought I'd ask Sebastian for his opinion as well.
"Sebastian, do you think I should shave my beard today?"
"Off?"
"Yes."
"Completely?!?"
"Yes."
"...yes!...wait a minute." An odd, cute look came over his face. "I think you should lose just a little more weight first."
Teri urged him to change his mind, but he was very determined that I should keep my beard, for now. Of course it's my beard and my decision, but I tend to resist change - sometimes for far too long. I suppose I'll shave eventually.
Sebastian and I have been spending more time out in the backyard lately. I smack a beach ball high up in the air, and he laughs like crazy and tries to catch it.
He wasn't having much luck, so we practiced by first having him catch the beach ball from a much lower height - only a couple of feet or so. He soon started catching it most of the time. Then I started hitting it higher and higher. The practice definitely improved his catching. And I think it's a good workout for me, too. We're also playing tag in the back yard, using the beach ball to tag each other.
Hmm. Another game we played indoors recently was a variant of the "hide and seek animals" game. He'd just gotten three large toys: Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles (from the Sonic the Hedgehog game - they were on sale at the Mark Stevens CVS outlet store for $2.49). We took turns hiding them around the house, and having the other person search for them. He absolutely loves that game.
Over the last year or two both Teri and Sebastian have urged me to shave off my beard. I've resisted; I used to say that I was waiting until I lost 100 pounds.
But lately my beard has been turning very white, in patches - it looks terrible! The white hairs grow three or four times faster than the red ones, they're thicker, and seem to resist my trimmer somehow. I have to go back and forth over my beard in several directions to get them, and the results are terrible.
So recently I've been talking about shaving it. Teri told me to go ahead, but I thought I'd ask Sebastian for his opinion as well.
"Sebastian, do you think I should shave my beard today?"
"Off?"
"Yes."
"Completely?!?"
"Yes."
"...yes!...wait a minute." An odd, cute look came over his face. "I think you should lose just a little more weight first."
Teri urged him to change his mind, but he was very determined that I should keep my beard, for now. Of course it's my beard and my decision, but I tend to resist change - sometimes for far too long. I suppose I'll shave eventually.
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Never really had the option for a beard; I'm very hairless mostly (although also not balding) and at best could maybe have a pathetic villain's goatee.
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My dad is 6'3" and 245lbs and has a ginger/grey beard, and I still think he's pretty handsome for an older guy. Especially when he combs it and keeps it neatly trimmed and stuff.
I've often found that if you place conditions on things, you end up waiting around for ever for them to happen. You never know what could get in the way of you losing weight. So if you want to shave the beard off, just do it. Life's too short!