The best part about working at a bar?

Sometimes you'll say something to a regular, something like "Hey, I know you're drunk, but I also know you knit. Could you make my son a Where the Wild Things Are hat? He has a head the size of a cantaloupe." And you say it in passing assuming that they'll forget, but the next day she drops off a bag with a wool, hand-knit cap inside? That's kind of awesome.

Where the Wild Things Sit Still For Their First Movie...

We had a most excellent time. Little man sat still throughout the entire movie, only getting up to move to the front row.

This is our son...

...running the playground. I was told by his teacher that he runs the length of this playground with this wheelbarrow daily, toting bricks from point a to point b and back again. I was told that this happens many times a day.

The picture is not blurred, for this is the speed at which he ran; sound barriers were broken, wind vortexes were created and flames shot up from the ground as his soles left the ground. I attempted to capture it on film for three days straight --hidden in full camo behind the confines of a deer blind-- before a faster shutter speed and some ISO 6400 film got it right.

After witnessing it myself, I ask you this: How does he come home with so much energy!?!?

Time...

Four years ago in a sleepy Mexican town, I was made whole. None of this would make sense without her. One day, we will both come back as cats.

Happy Anniversary, my love.

A normal morning at home...

Rachel: Are you done yet?
Tenzin: [in bathroom] No!

Rachel goes in to check on him. Looks in toilet.

Rachel: Boy buddy, that sure is a lot of poop!
Tenzin: Thank you!

Annnnnnd scene.

Renick's Family Farm for Pumpkins

The little guy had a blast in the mud, picking up every pumpkin he could find and dropping it with authority. It took him a while to realize that pumpkins are, indeed, fragile and should be set down softly.