Birthday Cheers. Skål!

…And upon the third decade of life, such an elaborate scheme was laid upon the woolen eyes of their victim. Never before have I been so bewildered and pleased in the same breath. Here’s the skinny on one of the greatest sting operations of all times. Jeff calls me early in the month of February… Continue reading Birthday Cheers. Skål!

Fire Bubbles

Children explore the world around them with such innocence and wonder. I am reminded of this daily by the fact that Balthazar brings every little minor detail to my attention. Most of the time it’s a plea for me to notice this most magnificent discovery of his. As parents – and even some of our… Continue reading Fire Bubbles

Women’s Jeans Suck

For Christmas this year I decided to go in over my head and do some shopping for women’s jeans for my wife. I took the advice of several other females – some at work, personal friends, and family. I learned a volume about women’s fashion designs and the marketing evil behind it. I also learned… Continue reading Women’s Jeans Suck

Dan Zanes Concert

Saturday was our big day for the Dan Zanes concert followed by yummy food at the Varsity in Atlanta. Hard to top that! Balthazar didn’t get quite as much out of the concert as we had hoped; he was tired and hungry. But he did get to hear his favorite song, Catch that Train!, before… Continue reading Dan Zanes Concert

Turnabout is Fair Play

Entertaining a child all day is a grueling evaluation of mental fitness. I always thought that it took physical fitness and general health to keep up with the active youth. Turns out I was mostly wrong. It does take physical fitness, I suppose, though I’ve worked these past few years to increase my own for… Continue reading Turnabout is Fair Play

Migration

We’re spending an otherwise crisp and chilly November weekend on the sunny beach of Pensacola Beach, Flordia. We arrived last night in time for dinner – a lovely time to arrive anywhere. While not ideal for making a trip to the beach, it allowed us to rest up for a pre-7am wakeup call from Balthazar.… Continue reading Migration

There’s a Rock in My Nose

Sunday afternoon, Balthazar looked at me and said, “there’s a rock in my nose,” while gently prodding inside his nostril with his finger. I had a look and concluded that he had a rather solid booger lodged in there – possibly combined with blood to give it a dark color. I told him not to… Continue reading There’s a Rock in My Nose

The Maize Maze

A crowd of us hit Uncle Shuck’s corn maze this evening for some group entertainment. There was quite a crowd already there, so we blended in nicely. Balthazar came along with us to be in his (and ours) first ever corn maze. Running the maze reminded me a little of running new levels in Quake… Continue reading The Maize Maze