Love this picture of Wes. He likes to play around with beards and mustaches while shaving. This is his Ron Burgundy look.
There are some great things about My Baby Daddy, as the kids say these days. Wes is a go getter. One of the hardest working men I've ever met, and 100% a family man. One thing you may not know about Wes though, is that he can kill small mice with his bare hands. That's right. Even though I'm a clean freak, we've been sharing our house with a family of mice since we moved in. The geniuses at KB built our neighborhood before they built the houses up on the hill. So once construction started on the hill, every furry little critter that lived up there scurried down to our neck of the woods. We started off by taking into consideration that they too are God's creatures. They must also serve a purpose on this Earth and therefore should only be captured and returned to the outdoors, and not harmed in any way. But after 2 years in this house, our philosophy has changed...dramatically. It's us or them and we've declared war on the little buggers. Instead of using sticky pads to capture them and treat them humanely, we've switched over to traps. Nothing brings me more joy than laying in bed at night and hearing the SNAP! of a trap. I've got a baby crawling all over the ground, for goodness sake, so don't judge me. I can't have her picking up mouse poop and mistaking it for a puffy. Last weekend I was feeding Corinne on the couch at 6 a.m., minding my own business, when all of a sudden 2 mice crawled across the living room floor. I screamed like the total wuss that I am and Wes flew down the stairs. One mouse got away, but Wes cornered the other one in the bathroom and killed it with his shoe! A few days later, Wes saw another one strutting across the kitchen and he murdered it with his water bottle. We're hoping that word will get out to all the other mice in the neighborhood. Stay away from the Pollard house. We take no prisoners!!
Totally unrelated pics of the kids
Not a mouse.
Quite possibly the happiest baby ever. She's SO fun, and loves to laugh & snuggle.
Sponge Bob at Universal Studios
Too tired after the water park to be excited about Diego and...that bird whose name I can't remember.
Their future's so bright....
Corinne, waiting for Tay. She worships that kid and is treated like...a younger sibling. Poor thing.
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At Girls Camp one year I woke up to a mouse sitting (probably pooping) on my chest. I only slept on the top bunk after that.
-Elizabeth
Great mustache there. Chad loves to do the same thing. He had a nasty bushy beard and mustache for way too long a few years back.
And we've got lots of mice over here too, so please, come our way and share your talents! We've caught 5 in the last few weeks. Hasn't been two years like you, but will it never end?
We did the moue battle in our first house. We had an exterminator come out and he told us to use bait. I'm not sure if they're any more effective than traps, but at least you don't hear the snap.
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