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Traci got me this Obol a few years back as a gift. It recently just dawned on me that I don’t think I’ve eaten cereal out of any other bowl since I’ve had this. It is the cereal bowl, you

Walking Dead has started back, which I’ve been excited about. But Turner has also been interested in zombies recently for whatever reason. He drew me a couple of one-eyed zombies today. But they look happy regardless.

I received a Fitbit Flex for Christmas and have been wearing it ever since. It’s an amped-up pedometer that is setup to encourage you to walk 10,000 steps per day. Once you surpass that goal, it vibrates and performs a

Turner, proud of his name written without the guiding dots. And his whole class knows that his mother hates the color orange.

An old friend from high school is starting his own whiskey distillery in Thompson Station. Interesting that it’s the same area where my church is building a new church campus…and I’m taking photos of the distillery. I drove out today

Traci had to meet up with Kim today in Tullahoma to collect the many pounds of beef we were due from the cow that we split. The boys and I decided to tag along and make a trip out to

I’m certain that in the future I will miss the days where I randomly find pieces of paper with “Daddy” written on them scattered about the house.

What’s interesting is that we’ve had the same routine for months and months. Then, since I’ve been filming our routine the past couple of weeks, things have been changing. Turner went from tracing over dots that spelled out his name

I had computer difficulties this morning, so I couldn’t print out the boys’ lunch notes like I usually do. So I had to sketch something out real quick for them.