You Know You Love Pics Of My Kids.

We purchased a Slip'n Slide this weekend and are happily destroying portions of our lawn.

Ava giving me the 'Stink-Eye.'



Philip, Patrick, Conner and Ava.

I thought this was a pretty good portrait of Conner. He's a good kid.

Another in the long list of amazing things you think, feel and witness raising a child is their boundless potential. There is the standard talk of your kid becoming President, or perhaps making a difference in the world. Curing cancer and what not. I'm often struck by a child's, and Philip's in particular, physical potential.

Philip has always been big. Our last doctors visit measured him at the size of your average six-year-old. He's big and strong, possessing a never ending supply of energy. Now, I know common sense tells me he has no chance of being a professional athlete, but, look at him, that four-year-old is shredded.

The potential that is held inside them draws a sharp contrast to my declining physical prowess. I'm not suggesting I'm jealous of my son, but rather excited and a little nostalgic. Excited to watch him grow up and discover what he is capable of doing. Nostalgic for the good times that trip will offer. His potential will lead him somewhere, and neither he, nor I know where.

Memorial Day At The Deely's.

Back in college, I was lucky enough to meet my friend Anita. Over the years, I've gotten to know her whole family. Last week The Boy's and I, along with Shelto and his daughter Ava, hung-out at Grandma Deely's house with Keira, Sheila's daughter, and Brenden, Michael's son. It is a special pleasure to watch your children play with the children of such good friends.

Philip and Brenden watering Grandma Deely's flowers.

Little Keira. Cutey. She cried whenever I got close to her.

Daddy Shelto plays with The Boy's while Ava climbs horse.


Shelto, Ava, Keira and her mother Sheila.


Boys love to hit things.


Philip and Ava.


Brenden, Philip and Patrick.

Ava.

My Friends: Another Brennan.

How amazing am I?

So my buddy Dave, over at BadArt, and Mom, at Team Brennan, are expecting another baby this year. Congrates to the whole family, Mom, Dave and Finn, who I'm sure will have his own blog to link to soon.

I've known Dave for, I think, twenty-five years. Most of those years we've spent as partners. One never being far from the other.

I swear, it's been quite a party.

When we were kids, we'd sit back and talk of life, death, and the future. And our own kids playing together. Having the party that we were having.

Add one to the guest list. Let the party rage on.