Remember When.
He loved to perform for the baby. She was always the apple of his eye :)
Some might not have heard it before and some might. Its always the best hearing it from the man himself.
Not one to keep quiet or even able to whisper, he was no stranger to let his opinion be known.
One could tell how much he enjoyed taking care of his chickens. He even tried to convince others of the "joys" of owning them. They loved him too and it's plain to see.
Its great to hear these stories. Also most educational learning how to properly say different words. Tournament time?
He wanted to make sure she stayed away from all those germs.
He would do just about anything that the baby wanted to do. Even stealing the squirrel's food for a craft project (that never was finished btw).
It's hard to deny that bass voice commanded some attention, and when he sang everyone listened!
Sometimes its hard getting people's real opinion, but not with the chief. A little candid questioning and you get the whole truth and then some.
Singing seems to be one of the biggest request of the chief, and we love it.
We love Mike, but the chief had his ways. Great to watch him at his best.
Traditionally we would sneak away and cut a watermelon up every summer on many occasions.
After everything was done, he couldn't help but being competitive. Horseshoes, basketball, or tossing food it was all the same - in it to win it.
"Ratchet" as she came to be known, daddy couldn't leave due to mama's talking stamina. Blink Blink Blink... lol.