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Weston began crying at random tonight. Which typically isn’t out of the ordinary. So, and I think any seasoned parent will understand this, I didn’t immediately rush over to see what was the matter. We were in the same room

Another beautiful walk to the park this afternoon.

Turner has been up super early and then coming in to invade our bed. This is sweet, for the most part. Until he insists on getting the iPad and cranking up Yo Gabba Gabba. We don’t need an alarm clock

A few of us went over to the Two Old Hippies store to watch Jeff and Marc’s band, The Canyon Riders, play a few songs. It was a pretty neat venue. Smelled hippie-ish.

Just taking some shots before church.

A few months ago, we purchased a Groupon for a horse carriage ride downtown. As typical, we waited until the last weekend before the coupon expired to plan something. Despite the cold and the high probability for rain, we braved

The boys were content to just play in the backyard this evening instead of risking another skinned knee by walking on sidewalks and driveways. Turner was consumed with burying James (the train, not our good mustachioed friend) in the sand

We ended up with two skinned knees today. The first happened this morning, as I was moving the boys’ bags out to the car before taking them to school. Weston ran out of the door following me out to the

Today we took some pics of our business’s new shirts. I wanted to do something a little bit different than standing in front of a wall.

Today was the “Hats Across the Row” parade in memory of Minnie Pearl. There’s typically a line of cool cars and other attractions that somewhat favor a small parade. However, today, because of the rain, there was simply one car,