Labor Day 2018

Looking back on the past few Labor Days, I lamented to Tristen this weekend that we used to travel. Well, we didn’t last year because Tristen was just finishing up her first trimester and wasn’t feeling great anyway. This year it would have been hard to go anywhere with two six-month-old babies. We did have a really good extended weekend though. Our friend Steven told us a few weeks ago in a group text that he was going to be in town and wanted us to meet his girlfriend. Figuring people might spend too much time trying to thinknwhatnto do, indecided we’d have a cookout and invite a bunch of people over. With the boys, we don’t get to see …

Did You Ever Pet a Penguin?

That sounds like the title of a children’s book, doesn’t it? Amanda was kind enough to let us borrow Milly this morning in lieu of her going to church, despite the fact that she hasn’t been since her baptism a couple weeks ago. (For the record, I did ask her if she wanted to go last week, but she said she got kinda bored outside of reading and drawing. I found that hard to believe since Treasure Island, the church service she goes to at Port City Comunity Church, is like a kid’s show on TV, or at least the service part is.) Anyway, Tristen and I picked Milly up at Lifepoint Church, where Amanda goes on the weeks she …

Addy’s Seventh Birthday Weekend

Most Milly weekends start out when I pick her up from school on a Friday afternoon.  This Milly weekend started out at about 7 AM when I picked her up from Amanda’s and took her to school.  I was a WatchDOG dad today, meaning I got to hang out at her school and help out around there. WatchDOGS I love doing WatchDOGS.  DOGS stands for Dads of Great Students.  It’s a volunteer program where a dad (or father figure) helps out around school for a day.  This was my fourth time or so and I signed up to do it once every month this school year.  Milly really likes it too, which of course makes me feel good. First we …

July 4 Weekend, 2015

Just about every Fourth of July was spent in Lexington, Kentucky when I was growing up.  Mom and Dad would pack us up and we’d drive eight hours to my grandparents’ house.  It was convenient because Baba was born on the Fourth of July and all my cousins were out of school, so it was a god excuse to all get together and it was generally the only time my extended family got together.  I’ve got countless wonderful memories of summers spent in Lexington. That house was torn down a couple years ago.  Pap died six years ago and Baba died just a couple months ago.  Sadly, the number of times I’ll go back to the city of my birth …