Waiting, almost time. πŸ“·

Flight delay. πŸ“·

Nothing says back to school like two kids with fevers and a rash. πŸ€™πŸ½

And just like that, a first grader. πŸ“·

It was a great night last night with the guys. πŸ“·

If you’re looking for a way to get your mind of your writing, or any creative work, so that you come back to it fresh, and save a lot of money, I recommend spending your Sunday troubleshooting and repairing your dishwasher. Win-win.

Fantastic energy at Chase Field tonight. πŸ“·βšΎοΈ

Never fun when the little ones are sick, especially for the little ones. Number two was so sad, calling for mommy. Mommy got him sorted. I got number four back to sleep, and cleaned up the mess. Poor kiddo.

Fatherhood is eighty percent just turning off lights behind your kids. The other half is flushing toilets.

First date night since the before times, belatedly(*) celebrating 8 wonderful years.(**)

(*) No. 2 woke up with pink eye on our anniversary last month.

(**) Not counting the time a year ago when No. 1 broke his arm 30 minutes into dinner out.