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As a father of two boys, it’s never unexpected to be spontaneously chased by screaming kids with their shirts off. It should always be considered as a highly probable event. Prepare thusly.

Today was Weston’s final soccer game. And Traci and I mutually feel that it’s likely his last ever game ever. Ditto for Turner. Holy moley, this sport is so time consuming and the boys don’t enjoy it enough to merit

The boys have been excited that it’s “yard mowing season”, as they get to get chased by the mower again.

OK, I admit that I might be taking this laminated charts thing a little too far. I’ve even go so far as to embellish the famed Advocare logo with my own personal flare. But, the sentiment is real. I do

I’ve become very interested in bodyweight exercises recently (which, if it’s not obvious, is exercises using just your bodyweight for resistance). Also recently, we got a new laminator at the office that I’ve been wanting to use out, and figured

This is apparently what is in Weston’s mind when he thinks of dressing up as a Ninja Turtle.

Our new Sunday School teachers invited us over for dinner and to let the boys play together. This worked out well because their kids are 6 and 3 (to our 5 and 3) so there’s a lot in common. Turner

Traci was due to run by my office around 8:15am, so I got the boys out of bed and into the car early so we could be there to cheer her on. They had part of their breakfast in the

Turner wanted to make a sign for Traci, Kim & Bethany for their run tomorrow. I suggested he draw them crossing the finish line and wrote down the names, then he did the rest. Congrats to all the runners!