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State of the ‘Stache: Where It Stands

Since FireDad is coming to San Diego with me for BlogHer ’11, I thought I should update my readers about the State of the ‘Stache. I haven’t posted about it for awhile because, well, his mustache is as mustache-y as it’s going to get. He can’t let it grow too long or it interferes with the seal on his firefighter mask.

And so, here we are.

Mustache BW

He wasn’t really pleased that I was taking a picture before we left for camp. But, come on, that brick wall was the perfect photo opp. Don’t make that face at me, Mr. Mustache Man!


And so, there it is. The mustache. It’s funny to me. Not the mustache, but how used to it I am. The family photos on the wall from this past fall? When I look at them, I think his upper lip looks… well… weird. The mustache has grown on me. Well, it grew on him, but I’m used to it now.

Apparently I am finally married to a real firefighter.

Speaking of mustaches, however, the boys found fake mustaches in the bookstore at camp. BigBrother was very excited. “We can surprise Daddy when he comes down to camp! It will be SO funny!” And so when FireDad walked in the door, we went running upstairs to be-mustache ourselves.


Can’t see? Let’s look closer.


FireDad was deeply amused. He thought it was a fantastic surprise. The boys wore their mustaches for the rest of the day, though I was a mean mommy and made them remove their fake ‘staches for their program. I thought it would be distracting for the other kids. And parents. Funny, but distracting. “Mommy, why do you have umpteen photos of that kid with a fake mustache but only one of me?” I did it for the kids, folks.

But yes, the boys thought they were hilarious.



As did I. I’m surrounded by mustaches.

I almost bought FireDad some mustache business cards for BlogHer ’11, but basically ran out of time. It’s a shame. It’s just as well. He’s been threatening to spend the entire time in the Pacific ocean with aviator sunglasses and just a Speedo. You have been warned.

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State of the ‘Stache: Five

We missed the State of the ‘Stache last week because someone was working overtime and someone else was kind of overwhelmed with work. Despite life getting in the way of photographic and humorous endeavors, the mustache continued to grow.

In fact, there was a fire this week. FireDad and one of his fellow mustache-growing firefighters agreed that the fire went so well because they are now be-mustached. I think perhaps they may have sucked in too much smoke to come to that conclusion, but I’m just glad that everyone was safe.

So, how’s it look?

State of the 'Stache: Week Five

I’m kind of getting used to it. I still sometimes look at him and think, “There’s something different.” Or I almost say, “There’s something on your face.” Well, yes. There is. It’s a mustache. But it’s catching me off guard less and less. In fact, when I look at the photo above, all I can see are my husband’s amazing green eyes. Dang those are nice eyes. And the mustache is fine too.

Apparently another fire wife on our shift told my husband to shave his mustache because he doesn’t “look as cute.” At which point he grunted and gave the face you’ve become used to seeing in this series (see above; it’s a slightly disgruntled, faux-tough-man look) and said, “Good! I’m sick of looking cute.” Too bad. You still look cute. You just have something on your lip.

Lastly, because everyone keeps asking why he’s sporting a consistent disgruntled, faux-tough-man look, I made him smile while I was taking the first two pictures. However, I didn’t look at my settings before and after I snapped, and he looked like a big shiny ghost man. With a mustache.

But I promise he smiles. With a mustache.