Not much to report from here, as usual.
Really only here to phone something in real quick so I can go play outside in this perfectly normal 70-degree February weather. Hopefully the sun doesn't explode while I'm out there.
One semi-related follow-up to Wednesday's post, where the reality of "Noah's going to middle school" hit many of us like a sack full of existential bricks, the school yearbook staff requested baby photos of all the fifth graders.
And like many modern parents with way, way too many millions of digital photos scattered across old laptops, flash drives and cloud storage, I went and swiped some random pics off the Internet. Specifically, this post, which is really dumb so don't go read it, instead, look at these photos and try not to wither into old-age dust.
The squirrel cheeks, OMG.
I can still remember the EXACT sound of the cooing noise he was making at this moment.
100% without a doubt contemplating the possibilities of time travel.
(ALL TOGETHER NOW)
...we'll bleed and fight for you, we'll make it right for you.
If we lay a strong enough foundation, we’ll pass it on to you, we’ll give the world to you..
...and you’ll blow us all away.