Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum
A pictorial of our trip to the museum today. More fun than a pail of eels and a lighter!
What? You expected something better? Taste my mediocrity, world!
A pictorial of our trip to the museum today. More fun than a pail of eels and a lighter!
My family and I went to the museum today. Much fun was had. See my attached pictorial for details.
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Image by [noone] via Flickr
Sitting on a lumpy seat
Holding her cup of water.
Nothing else could be as sweet
As this moment with my daughter.
The rush of the world makes it easy to forget the important things. It's good to get an occasional reminder of the things that make everything else matter.
She just started taking Kenpo Karate. Overwhelmed with pride, I had to take a picture of it next to my first white belt from 1992.
Of course, she won't stick with it. She's 7 ... and kinda flighty in that regard, but its still way awesome to me.
We drove through a LOT of backroads to find the place where my wife's dad's family reunion is being held. I parked and got out. Then I noticed what I was parked next to. I thought, "Hmm, I hope I don't stand out as much as my car does."
My hopes were dashed. Just saying.
While playing on the shoreline, she found what we believe is a catfish vertebrae (or what she's calling a fossil). She asked for help in bagging her find so she can clean it with tools and bring it to show and tell.
How could I say no?
Cadence's open house went well. While confirmation bias runs high on this, I am more convinced every day that we have picked the right school for Cadence to attend.
Cadence is getting her picture taken for her birthday. She's having fun with it.
Sometimes, it's easy to forget how different my life is today from how it was 25 years ago. I am sitting poolside as a guest at the same Country Club I worked at as a teenage dropout with no prospect for a real future.
I washed the dishes that these people dirtied and cooked the food that these people ordered. I saw them as a different species. Unapproachable, inscrutable, and odd. They were the epitome of what I would never be. We were intrinsically different.
Today, my daughter attends the same private school as them, she is invited to their parties, their homes, and their clubs. And I'm just another one of them. So here I am, ordering drinks and food from the kitchen where I labored.
Obligatory photo of the nervous smile. Dad duties discharged faithfully.
