The Pits: Nah. The Peaks: The first Saturday of the month is the big Cars n’ Coffee show. Traci and Trek joined us and we met up with the Tateuchis. The boys were excited to see four Lamborghinis at the
More Brass
The Pits – In an attempt to trick the babysitter into letting the boys stay up later, they made up a story about Weston’s runny nose somehow keeping them both from being able to go to sleep. And it worked.
V-Day 2016
The Pits – None, really. The biggest would be that today was Turner’s last basketball game of the season. He and his team were just starting to hit their stride and play well together, and then the season ends. I
The Final Mile
Turner finished out his Run Club miles today by running his final mile at the Ravenwood track. The run club was a more positive experience than soccer has been in the past, and it has certainly helped improve Turner’s endurance
Moar Iced Cream
It’s been awhile since we had a pic with ice cream on the Piccal. Tonight, Traci and I spent a night on the town in celebration of my birthday. We started off the evening at The Patterson house where Traci
Farewell, Ye Olde Soccer
Today was Turner’s last soccer game, and since Weston’s final game was last week, that means we are likely completely done with soccer. It’s been a nice outlet for the boys to get some energy out and play with some
Dippin’ Dairies
One of my New Year’s Resolutions was to have 10 dates with Traci (no kids) this year. That might sound like a low count on date nights, but looking at it practically it’s really not. At best, it’s one date
6th Year
Today was my and Traci’s 6th anniversary. My parents came up to keep the kids while we went out to eat and then go to the Vandy-UT Game. Traci was needing a photo of Weston for some Vandy Alumni magazine,
Boogsitting
I don’t think Traci nor I realized how much we needed a date night until Boog txted me with the offer to babysit for us. I immediately replied to Boog’s txt affirming her date with Turner, and then txted Traci
Three, Oh!
Not really much to say except that I have finally arrived at thirty years old. Traci went to pick up some petit-fors today (pictured). My mom came up and kept Turner during the evening so that Traci and I could