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Sunday, December 31, 2006

Cackalacka Xmas

Frosty The Snowman made out of hay bales.

That's how we do it in North Carolina folks...
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Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Christmas Trees and Bodily Fluids

I'd been meaning to post a few words about the family tradition of hunting for Christmas trees a few days ago but was rudely interupted.

The interruption started as most do - with a holler "Daaaddd!!"

I knew my oldest was in the bathroom as I had heard him threw the vents talking to himself.

Then I heard a flush.

The flush was followed by the holler.

I arrive to find that my son had shoved about an entire roll's worth of toilet paper into the can.

And to find the water quickly rising.

Immediate action needed to be taken so I thrust my hand into the toilet, grabbed the wet gob of tee pee and extracted it, throwing the soggy goop into the waste basket next to the can.

"Dad, what are you doing?" exclaimed my 3-year-old while my 6-year-old is wooting it up. "You got your hand in the toilet!" he says with a yelpy smile.

"Don't ever do this," I tell them.
"Never stick your hand in the toilet."

It was a classic, textbook example of the old adage "do as I say, not as I do."

Then I preceeded to wash my hands about 15 times in a row. Posted by Picasa

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Ta Zizzle In Da Zizzle


I'm not usually such a fanboy, but when I spotted the star center for the UNC men's basketball team eating breakfast at the local Whole Foods, the first thing I thought was that my son Spencer is going to be so stoked when I tell him.

This was followed shortly thereafter with "He'll kill me if I don't ask for an autograph."

So here it is.

Thanks Tyler. Posted by Picasa

Monday, December 11, 2006



This popped up on the wall of the new subdivision of million dollar homes they are building up the street next to my son's elementary school. Posted by Picasa

Middle Age Rage


Nice pic of me hollerin' at Victory Factory/Chest Pains gig.

Photo by the wife.

It's always nice when she can make it to the shows.

This time we actually had our two boys sleep over her sister's house, so we got to take the post gig partyin' back home to the House of G.

Like old times. Posted by Picasa

Victory Factory


I got to share the bill with my friend Ron Liberti's band on Friday, December 1, in Chapel Hill.

Ron makes great gig posters. Posted by Picasa

Monday, November 20, 2006

I, Caterer

So last Saturday I had to work a shift for a party some woman was throwing for her husband to celebrate his 70th birthday.

It was a tented event on the grounds of a place called Fearrington Village (which you can peek at here:

The party involved such entertainment as character actors walking around interacting with the guests [cheesy] and tango dance group [sorta cheesy] and three tenors doing opera [had they had old Bugs Bunny cartoons projected behind them on a backdrop? Priceless].

Some guy actually said this: "This is the nicest party I have been to that I didn't pay $1,000 to get into."

He was met by much laughter.

Some days you feel like Bob Newhart,
other days you feel like Peter Sellers.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

AHDCIKC - Being There Part 3


Dave Lux, he of the 17-inch monitor'ed lap top, enjoying a festive post-convention cigar. Posted by Picasa

AHDCIKC - Being There Part Two


The group makes their way to Arthur Bryants via a [shortened] yellow school bus. It's a raucous ride through downtown Kansas City.

We arrive to find another bus, this one of the chartered variety, parked in front of the joint and several folks let out sighs.

But no sooner then their sighs fade does it become apparent that the crew on that bus is leaving the restaurant.

The mouths of sighs become smiles.

Intrepid British journalist John Perry asks what to expect.

"Various parts of the pig all cooked to perfection," I say.

"Yah, but which parts?" he asks.

Many pitchers of beer are procured.

Veni, Vidi, Veci.

We came, we saw, we conquered. Posted by Picasa

At Home Dad Convention In KC - Being There

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I get up bright and early.

Too early considering I had a hotel room to myself and nary a kid demanding my attention in sight.

Then I went to the lobby for a few cups of complimentary coffee (much needed).

I spotted a few AHDs doing the same.

Shortly there after I hopped into the car of KC Dad Kevin “Kace” Christensen now dubbed a “shuttle” and made my way with a few other dads and a Japanese woman to the spot on the campus of UMKC where the convention is taking place.

The Japanese woman Renge Jibu is on assignment for some business magazine in her home country. “Japanese men do nothing at home,” she says with head tilt that is customary in her country.

People register, breakfast is consumed and introductions are made.

And soon after, the first of the day-long breakouts begins.

I attend a breakout on kids and the internet which is really informative but mostly pertains to parents of the tween’er set and kids who use email. The moderator is Dave Lux from Chicago and he has some scary shit to say like the fact that 1 out of 7 children will be sexually solicited in a year’s time or that 75 percent of children are willing to share personal info online.

I make a mental note and place this in a file for a few years down the road when my kids actually use the computer for such purposes. Right now both my kids strictly use the computer for video games and virtual puzzles but I am aware that my 6-year-old knows how to boot the sucker up and often goes online unsupervised. It wasn’t so much of an issue say a year ago, but now as a first grader and ardent speller the boy could easily find himself viewing inappropriate material whether it’s some knucklehead lighting himself on fire on YouTube or one misplaced vowel away from porn.

Taking candy from a stranger somehow seems like such a trivial thing these days. Yet it’s basically the same principle that is applied here.

After a brief break it's onto the next breakout which covers the topic of going back to work and preparing yourself for a return to the job market. Much of what is discussed pertains to recent grads more than At Home Dads but the general info regarding resumes and cover letters is a nice little refresher.

What isn’t explained (and maybe because it can’t be) is how to address the gap in work history due to being a stay-at-home-dad. One fellow is really concerned about how this will look a few years down the road and is aggressively taking courses and looking into grad school to make sure he’s got something to account for during that time besides bottles, diapers and memorizing the theme to Barney.

I believe more is achieved with the internal discussions amongst the men in the room then the career counselors but they do provide excellent questions which prompted the transfer of information between us all.


Lunch is basically the make-yer-own sandwich spread and serves its purpose to fuel up the conventioneers for another couple hours of talking heads, fluorescent lights and all things At Home Dad-esque.


My post lunch breakout is an open discussion amongst the dads that is segregated by age. I hit up the 2-5 age group even though my oldest is 6. I figure I may get some fresh insight on 3-year-olds and possible shed some myself to those about to run into the 5-to-6-year-old bracket.

Lots of interesting discussions come up: from the importance of routines to clean-up tactics.

“Routine is key,” says Steve Lundy from the KC Dads group. He uses the 3 B rule: “bath, books, bed,” he says.

Minnesota Dad Tom Vytlacil points out that while routine is key, kids are “event sensitive not time sensitive.”

With all the great ideas and good advice, I suddenly feel like I’ve been teleported to an episode of Dr. Phil what with high level of enthusiasm being used among the informative exchanges.

From there it’s off to the Kids, Nutrition & Behavior breakout.

This breakout focuses more specifically on the concept of a minimally processed, organic food diet. This being the Midwest, it comes off a bit forced trying to push this type of diet on what I perceive as the meat-and-potatoes sensibilities of the locale. Working in food service and living in the most cosmopolitan part of my state, most of this is either old news or stuff I already have implemented (buying/using local and seasonal goods, substituting soy milk for milk and keeping a minimum of the ingestion of sweets). It also can be stripped down to the age old adage "you are what you eat.” Of course if my kid eats at McDonalds all the time and drinks soda there’s going to be some nutritional – and behavioral – issues to be addressed.

That said, I still gleaned some valuable info from the session.

[Note to organizers: more coffee after lunch! Or maybe nap time!]

The last breakout of the day was about depression and isolation and the one I probably got the most out of despite the fact that it had this sort of Iron John/AA vibe to it: we are all men with this unique experience and we are not alone.

The day finished with brainstorming sessions on likes and dislikes and on getting a leg up with the planning of the 12th Annual At Home Dad convention. Capping off that was men sharing their anecdotes with the crowd.

And yes, I broke out the Breathing Penis story.

I won’t tell it again here, you had to be there for it.

Then it was back the hospitality room at the hotel for cold beer and conversation before boarding a bus for ribs and BBQ at Kansas City’s stories Arthur Bryants.

Monday, November 13, 2006

At Home Dad Convention In KC - Getting There


Friday, Nov. 10, 11:15am: Shoeless and without belt I clear security. This is the first time I have flown in years (in a post 9/11 world). One of the security guards at Raleigh/Durham International – a catering colleague of mine – recognizes me.

“I know you from somewhere,” she says, her pierced tongue affecting her slight Southern drawl. “[Blank] Catering,” I say. “Oh, yeah,” she says. “They fired me and [blank]. It was over some bullshit.”


With the better part of an hour to kill I dive into Bradley Udall’s The Miracle Life Of Edgar Mint.


I sit down for lunch – an $8 veggie burrito – when the biggest son-of-a-bitch of a man sits down next to me. I overhear his cell phone conversation which involves talk of wrestling and how he’ll need a shot because his shoulder is hurting him. He’s mentions Hulk and The Undertaker to who ever is on the phone as well.

“Do they call you Tiny?” I say.
“Yeah,” he says. “My brother is even bigger.”
Then he explains how both him and his brother use to wrestle professionally. His brother wrestled under the moniker Mr. X.
“And your alias was?” I ask
“Tiny,” he says.


I take a puddle jumper (as my father would say) to Dulles Airport in Washington, D.C., to make my connecting flight to Kansas City, which is where I am headed to attend the 11th Annual At Home Dad Convention. And yes, I am as surprised as you that it even exits much less on its eleventh year. Two shuttle trips across Dulles’ tarmac are required before I reach Concourse A… and a vodka tonic is required ($7).

Drinking at the airport reminds me of a time back in the late-80s when I spent several hours waiting at National Airport for a friend of mine – stuck in Chicago because of bad weather – to make it to the East Coast from Los Angeles. After several hours killing time in an airport bar, his flight eventually got cancelled and I had to leave only to return the next day to pick him up. I left thinking about how strange airport bars are; the strange mix of people you find there; the stories told and heard.

Twenty minutes later, beverage consumed and airport bar memories relived, my worse fears are revealed: my flight has been delayed an hour. This has several ramifications. First off, it most likely means I won’t rendezvous with British journalist (and father) John Perry at the Kansas City airport. We had planned to split a cab to the meet & greet session that evening at Boulevard Brewing Co. in Kansas City.

It also means I will miss the free beer at the meet & greet.

But this is Parenting 101: expect the unexpected.

I secretly admit to myself that I’m glad I’m not traveling with a wife and two kids and having to face a long flight delay. Because I am traveling alone, I exhale a sigh of relief.

Accentuate the positive.

There’s another trait learned as a parent. Making the best of a shitty situation is a weekly, if not daily, occurrence.

I peek at the departure board. My flight it delayed yet again.

I contemplate another adult beverage.


I stave off the desire for an adult beverage with a slice of pizza and my novel. I fantasize about possessing a text-messaging cell phone, an iPod, or a lap top. But I’m fully antiquated with nothing but a book, a pen, a few scraps of paper stapled together which turns into a makeshift notepad, and a meager slush fund in my pocket. Whittling away the hours in an airport is not a cheap proposition.

I check the departure board again. My 3:30pm flight has now been delayed from 4:30pm to 5:30pm. Clearly, the skies of United aren’t as friendly as I’d like them to be.

There goes the meet & greet.

Yet I’m starting to feel like a real working father and husband, one who has to slough away the hours at airports on business travel. Only I’m missing the fancy watch, the carry-on tote with wheels and an expense account.


Suddenly, I get this slight foreshadowing; a wee bit of déjà vu – like I’m soon going to be the angry drunk at check-in on some reality television show. Luckily for me, somebody else would step up to fulfill this role an hour later.

I speak with a Vietnam Vet who is in town for a battalion reunion that’s part of the new Marine monument dedication.

With all the delays and gate changes, mass confusion ensues and several KC-bound folks board the wrong plane.

I am one of them.

I introduce myself to the young woman sitting next to me and ask her about her travel plans. She is going to meet her boyfriend in Kansas City who is coming from Texas.

“And what about you?” she asks.
“I’m going to a convention for At Home Dads,” I tell her.
“What?” she asks.
“A convention for stay-at-home-dads,” I say.
“I’m going to write a story about it,” I explain. “I want to know who these men are.”
“A bunch of losers!” she exclaims with a hearty laugh.

Fortunately for her, I have boarded the wrong plane and won’t spend the next two hours schooling her on the definition of loser.

The best news when I finally board the right flight – at 6pm – is that nobody is sitting next to me.

I settle in and get back to The Miracle Life of Edgar Mint.


The woman across the aisle from me is reading Vanity Fair and I can smell the pages as she turns them.

My dinner is a blend of pretzels, roasted red pepper sesame sticks and BBQ soy nuts. All chased with Minute Maid orange juice. Yum!


When I finally get to Kansas City, it is passed 8pm.

I stand outside in the blustery weather – a mix of snow and sleet – and wait for a shuttle to take me to my hotel. Roughly, thirty minutes and $17 later, I’m at the Hampton Inn and ready for some food and drink. I call one of the organizers, KC dad Andy Ferguson, but the group from the brewery has splintered apart since the meet & greet and he apologizes for not being able to point me in any AHD direction.

I walk down the street from the hotel and step into a pub called Tomfooleries. I order a sandwich and a few beers and then head back to the hotel for some sleep. Posted by Picasa

Saturday, November 11, 2006

We Are Live From Kansas City Folks!


I promise I'll post pictures soon...

Monday, November 06, 2006

In Four Days...

I'll be here:

and so will these folks:

as well as about 40 some other proud stay-at-home dads.

and we'll talk about things like this:

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Picasa O Sweet Picasa

Why do you cause me so much grief?

Halloween (Slight Return)

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Hockey Man meets Red Power Ranger

Current Temperature

Raleigh, North Carolina
Currently: 38°F

Conclusion: It is cold as shit.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Houston... We Have Poop

So September proved to be a landmark month in the household: my 3-and-a-half year old son is now officially potty trained.

That means no more diapers.
And diapers are expensive.
But I'm sure the cost will quickly be absorbed somewhere else.

During this past month, I had to face one of my greatest fears as a parent.
And I stood and faced it head on.

You see, before I ever even thought about having kids, I always wondered how parents delt will the public bathroom with kids-on-the-cusp of potty training.

I've been in some nasty bathrooms in my day, but I don't think my boys will be seeing the inside of a rock club's bathroom anytime soon.

But then there's always Six Flags, A Durham Bulls game or - gasp! - the fast food restaurant in the middle of nowhere on a long road trip.

So a few weeks back the time finally came for me: I had just arrived at the soccer fields where my 6-year-old has practice. And after about two minutes the little guy told me he had to go pee.

"For real?" I said.
"For real," he said.
"But you just went before we left the house," I said.
"Dad," he said with a huff.
Then he stomped his foot on the ground and said, "I have to go potty!"

And that's when we saw the Port-A-John.

So we both went in and I instructed him not to touch anything. He peed in the urinal but couldn't keep his eyes of the exposed toliet seat.

We left I and took a deep breath of fresh air.
And then he stopped.

"I have to go potty dad," he said.
"But you just went," I said.
"I have to poo," he said.

So we went back in - and like the trooper father that I am - I held my son over the toilet seat and watched him take a dump into the cesspool below. He was sort of tottering on the edge of the toilet seat and began putting his hands where no human should ever have to put them unless in the middle of some sort of tortutous interogation.

I tried to get his hands in control while removing him off the seat and then he slid forward... leaving a streak of poo on the seat and across his butt check. So now do I not only have to wipe his ass (have you ever seen toilet paper in a Port-A-John?) but clean the seat off as well.

At one point I thought one of his shoes - from the movie Cars - was going to fall in and that I would find myself trying to explain to a crying toddler why I wasn't going to retrieve his favorite shoe from the mucky muck of poo.

So I faced the public bathroom fear - in a Port-A-John no less - and lived to tell about it.

And yes, they had hand sanitizer in there.
This is Chapel Hill afterall.

Monday, September 25, 2006

Flotsam & Jetsam - I Heart Grilling

My new gourmet charcoal grill (left) made by Hasty Bake and my old, trusty Weber charcoal grill (right).

My wife scored this gem off of this online classified web site she trolls from time to time called

Yes, someome gave away a grill estimated at a couple of thousands of dollars for free because they didn't want the hassle of dealing with selling it online.

And yes, out of thirty something responses we were the lucky ones chosen to receive it. Posted by Picasa

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Flotsam & Jetsam - Bathroom Renovations

So we're are currently in the process of renovating our bathroom. Our house was built in 1972 and had this heinous wall paper on it. We suffered through eight years of it before finally deciding to rip in down a few weeks ago.

Then the wife went hog wild and started demolishing walls and removing doors and stuff.

Of course, we have yet to decide on a floor (tile vs. vinyl) or the color of paint (see below). Posted by Picasa

Flotsam & Jetsam - Pick A Color

Any color? Posted by Picasa

Monday, September 18, 2006

I, Caterer - Say What?

My catering peers and I, we have this thing about overheard conversations.

Because in my business, people say the damnest things. And we get to hear it all.

Here are a few choice comments recently heard:

- "My office is full of academiologists"
[Duke University staff are allowed to make up words]

- "The kids these days have bloggeritis"
[It's a terrible disease. Incurable they say.]

- "The best way to get rid of geese, if you have a geese problem, is to soak crackers in anti-freeze." [Um, yeah.]

- "Dumpstering for furniture is much better in New York City,"
[That's why grad school is better in the Northeast.]

- "This drink is not for me." [Do I care?]

- "Let's all raise your wine, your beer, your Coke... and make a toast"
[The Lt. Governor of North Carolina during a speech at the Pepsi Sail America tall ships event]

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Flotsam & Jetsam - Reading

One thing I have become as a stay-at-home-dad is an avid reader.

My appetite to feed my brain - stained with images of Barney and Spongebob - is insatiable.

So I have turned to books.

At first it was periodicals; magazines, newspapers - anything you could read at a quick clip when the moment struck you. You know, like Reader's Digest on the shitter.

As an audiophile, I was well aware - and well equipped - to handle the scouring of used bookstore land. And I did my best at that: I have a fairly decent home library.

But one thing I stumbled upon is the library book sale.

And I haven't missed the local Chapel Hill and Durham library sales but maybe once
a quarter (they are held four times a year).

Which all brings me to a long winded way of telling anyone out there what I have recently read:

1. King Silverman by George Pelecanos
2. Killing Yourself To Live by Chuck Klosterman
3. Waylon: An Autobiography by Waylon Jennings with Lenny Kaye

I'm a huge fan of Pelecanos' crime noir especially because he peppers his tomes with a ton of music references and even more so because they all take place in my old stomping grounds - the metropolitan DC area. King Silverman is set right around the time of the big Bicentennial celebration in 1976, so while the plot was textbook crime fiction at best, it brought back lots of memories.

Klosterman's novel was suppose to be about visiting "historic" places where famous rock stars died but essentially is a road trip book about a guy waxing nostalgic about past girlfriends. Yeah, a music critic for Spin talking about women. Not much more to say about this other than it was as disposable as the pop culture he references throughout. But I guess that may have been the point: You can remember an old girlfriend - or girl you wanted to be your girlfriend and only had imaginary conversations with in your head - like you wistly remember Joe Izuzu, glossing over the obnoxious sheen. A few pages - maybe about ten - appeal to the music critic side of me - and unfortunately making me vividly remember wanting to compare Soundgarden's Badmotorfinger to English composition 101.

I'm glad I never wrote that one.

I took a non-linear approach to reading the Jennings bio, mostly because I found myself only reading it in the bathroom and not really feeling it enough to engage myself in it. Mildly interesting from a historical context but not being a huge Waylon fan, a lot of pages went unread. Where's Nick Tosches when you need him?

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Confessions Of A Punk Rock Dad - Bodily Fluids

One insight I often share with new parents or parents-to-be is the fact that after you have a kid, bodily fluids are not as scary as they once were.

As a parent, you will be pooped on, peed on and puked on.

And, after awhile, you will come to accept the fact that at any moment of any day you will most likely come in contact with your child's bodily fluids.

You will find yourself somewhere when all the sudden your child sneezes. A quick glance will tell you there's not a tissue for miles, and without a second thought, you will reach down, grab your shirt and wipe the snot off your child's face. Another technique I have seen is the "pinch the snot" with your fingers and then rub it on a pant leg or sock.

One time my when my 6-yr.-old son was a mere toddler, he came down with the flu. All he wanted was to he held. The problem was, all his body wanted to do was shit and puke. So suddenly I found myself in the middle of the night standing in the bathroom holding my somnombulist child while he preceeded to vomit on my shoulder and down my back.

I can do nothing but stand there, listen to it drip onto the vinyl floor, and feel it slide down between my butt cheeks. After his puking jag, I traded shoulders with my wife while I slipped away to take a nice hot shower to wash off the stench of vomit.

Only to return to shoulder duty and have him repeat the whole process all over again.

There isn't a parent out there who doesn't have at least one story like the one above.

Which brings me to last week: I'm at soccer practice for my 6-yr.-old with my 3-yr.old son in tow. Since practice is from 4:15-5:15pm, I brought along a smattering of snacks for the boys. I had an ice cold bottle of water, some wheat thins, a couple of nutragrain snack bars, some animals crackers and a zip loc sandwich baggie full of raisins.

As practice began, 3-yr.-old Cole uttered those famous words: "I'm hungry."

Fortunately, I was prerared. He ate a bunch of animal crackers before deciding to dig into the raisins. He smiled and showed me the raisins in his mouth. Then began to cough or choke.

Or something.

I couldn't tell if he was faking it or not. I asked him afew times if he was alright but got no answer. Seconds start to feel like hours and as I processed the information that he was indeed choking, he stuck his finger down his throat and dislodged the raisin - and half the contents of his stomach - out of his mouth and onto his legs and feet. And yes, my legs and feet as well.

I ran back to the car and got a bag of diaper wipes and preceeded to use those to clean ourselves.

Of course now the little puker didn't feel so hot so he wanted to sit on my lap for the rest of the duration of soccer practice, the perfume of puke wafting through the air. And I just sat there wit him and endured it.

I had both boys immediately jump into the tub once we got back home from soccer practice.

And then I took my shower.

Friday, September 01, 2006

I, Caterer - Image Is Everything

I have been working for various local catering companies on-and-off, part-time for almost a decade.

One of the things I love about catering, especially as a stay-at-home-dad, is that it pays very well and the hours are flexible.

Another thing I love about it is that it is never the same twice. Each shift is always almost entirely different than the shift you worked before it. Sure you can find yourself working at the same venues over and over again but rarely
does one shift ever duplicate another.

Last weekend I worked a pool party at a house in a gated community called The Governor's Club ( They were an older couple, recently married, with no kids. It turned out ot be a work party get-together set up by the hostess to entertain her new co-workers. Nice people.

But a lot of times when you find yourself in these kinds of situations you find you notice the oddest things. In this case, it was the fact the the couple had a Porche and a Hummer in their driveway yet a 12-year-old dishwasher that barely worked.

And I think, "You've got hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of car - and car insurance - outside, a huge house with a pool, flat screen tv and marble counters in the kitchen, yet you have a dishwasher that is a piece of shit?"

It's best not to think these things over for too long, but sometimes, when you are stuck in the lull between serving food and bussing it, you've got nothing better to do than to question that which surrounds you.

Tonight I work at party at this old mansion in downtown Durham ( and - due to the sheer volume of steps - it is not the most pleasant place to work. Not to mention it is rumored to be haunted by a little girl. Oh and did I forget to add Tropical Storm Ernesto has just passed through? Posted by Picasa

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

The Mighty Conch

Spencer proudly displaying the conch shell he found in the shallows at low tide during our stay at North Topsail Beach.

I told him to act like King Neptune and blow it like a horn because it would attract mermaids.

"Now why would I want to do that that?" he said.

Hopefully I'll get around to posting some pictures of the many sharks teeth we found that week. Posted by Picasa

The Thrill Of Victory

Spencer celebrates his victory over Cole in a raucous game of sand skee ball. Notice the evil eye the defeated Cole is giving his big brother... Posted by Picasa

Gone Fishin'

The boys head to the New River Inlet just above North Topsail Beach, NC, to try and catch some fish. Posted by Picasa


Because I have this idea of one day doing a coffee table book consisting of nothing but photos of clouds taken in various parts of the world.

Summer 2006, Chapel Hill, North Carolina. Posted by Picasa

Pool Play

Spencer and Cole at the pool at Meadowmont in Chapel Hill. We sucked it up and joined the pool for the summer... and man what a blessing that was!

This summer was only the second time ever in my life I had tan feet. Posted by Picasa

Learning To Skate

Spencer on a recent Saturday morning working on the finer elements of skating like learning to fakie, to do kick-turns and trying to master the all-essential ollie. Posted by Picasa

Coming Soon!

Lots of update.

Now that school has started for my 6-year-old first grader and my 3-year-old toddler will do the preschool thing three mornings a week starting tomorrow, I'll have plenty of time to dedicate to putting words up on here.

Until then, enjoy some pictures from the summer...

Friday, June 09, 2006


Can't you just smell the Old Bay? Posted by Picasa