12.25.2006
New Toys & Old Toys
12.08.2006
Leaving Something to the Imagination

12.07.2006
The Growing Artist - Part Eight
12.01.2006
This One isn't About You Either
11.30.2006
One More Just for You
11.25.2006
11.23.2006
Wall to Wall Fun
11.06.2006
New or Old Missionaries
10.30.2006
Big Shark in the Food Chain
10.25.2006
The Modern Architect
But then again, if every little boy had the choice between becoming a macho construction worker who gets to spend everyday out doors, a courageous cowboy who braves wild steeds and tames buffaloes, or an overworked design professional who spends his days debating over which shade of gray mortar best matches the gray shade of caulk, who wouldn't go with the architect? Really?
However, who better to teach a Jedi knight how to open a bag of fruits snacks by explaining the structural tendencies and most likely material failures of a plastic bag to the ninth degree. Seriously, what good would a contractor or a cowboy do for you in that situation?
10.14.2006
Mindwashing in Mississippi
10.05.2006
Escape From Fairgrounds
9.20.2006
Adventures In Scale (reprise)
Taming the Wild Beast
9.19.2006
The Growing Artist - Part Seven
The Growing Artist - Part Six
8.19.2006
More Watery Delight
8.13.2006
The Tale of Two Towers
8.05.2006
Obvious Instructions
7.29.2006
Birthday Loners

7.24.2006
Chasing the Bubbles
7.22.2006
Tasty Fishes
Big Building

7.19.2006
The Smallest Children

7.14.2006
On the Way Home
The Final Morning
Parting was not an easy task, and even for Parker the goodbyes with each person lasted several moments. Uncle K.C. was one of the lucky ones, getting Parker to himself for over 30 minutes. The unlucky ones got me taking pictures of their faces to wake them up. I figured it was fair seeing as they weren't even waking up to say goodbye.
7.13.2006
Nemo in the Dark
Happy Pirate Day
In the weeks adjacent to our family reunion many of us turned a year older. So many of us, that we experienced a heightened sense of entitlement. So we made a pact that all that we wanted would be ours. We armed ourselves, got tattoos and started to dress in an intimidating manner. We ransacked our neighbors condo, stealing all of their treasure and cupcakes so that we might celebrate in a manner fitting to our highness.
Will it Float
We Are All Crazy
The Sentinals
They wouldn't even let us get close enough to see what they where guarding. It must have been something spectacular for them to brave the sun. Every time someone got within 50 yards Stacey would start to sing and Monte would take his shirt off. Those tactics would put fear in the heart of anyone. We thought that maybe they were just trying to preserve our beach side real estate at first, but when Monte scared off his own children while laughing devilishly, we all knew they weren't saving any space for us. Meredith suggested that we not worry about them, that they were probably just getting a little sun, and that's when Stacey tackled her, planted her face in the sand, and then she finished her off with a wedgie. After three hours of sun and four changes of underwear, we had had enough, and decided to give them a taste of their own medicine. So we went inside, turned on the A/C and locked them out.
My Brother, My Servant
For many years it has been common knowledge that my brother Monte worshiped the ground that I walk on. Now, the whole world can see and know that in my brother's eyes, I am the best. (Like I said, everyone already knew this, but Monte was living in an extreme state of denial. But finally he decided he could no longer live that lie, and admitted to himself what he had long feared to admit.)
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