I am grateful for a happy fawn, prancing on all fours, spotted across the street from Farley’s daycare after I dropped him off this morning. That animal was just so dang happy.

I am grateful for lunch with Julie. We got sushi. So good.

I am grateful for a post-dinner pre-bedtime bike ride with Coop and Farl tonight. we went through Summit Park, and to a playground. It was warm and fun, and didn’t take so long that anyone got to bed too late.



Today was a nutty day. I’m grateful we had nothing planned.

This morning, before we got up, Farley poured himself a glass of milk, and took it into the living room. This, in itself, is an infraction on rule 39 subsection c paragraph 6. This rule was created and given parental assent based on the “keeping kids from ruining things” act of 2013. Serious business.

The milk in question wound up on the couch, and had a good long while to soak in.

So we started to plan our day around figuring out how to get milk out of the couch before it went sour and started to smell. Luckily, we had no plans.

But then, Coop, who had an accident involving his face, a handrail, a trip to the dentist and a swollen, bruised face, on Friday complained of a headache. Julie packed him up in the car to go to the emergency room at the hospital.

Our day filled up with plans awfully quick, I’m grateful there were no conflicts to worry about.

I am grateful for time spent with Farl. We played Connect 4, magnaformers, and fire tucks. We had a nap. I am grateful for the nap. I am grateful for how sweet that kiddo is when he’s sleeping.

I am grateful for dinner we had in the hospital parking lot. Coop and Julie  were waiting patiently for hours, and started to grow hungry. Farl and I packed up some dinner and headed to the hospital on the bike. By the time we got there, Coop was done, so we ate in the parking lot. It was an odd sort of picnic, but fun.

And I am grateful Coop is fine. They were worried there might have been a skull fracture, but the x-rays were normal. Thank goodness!


I am grateful for a lazy relaxed morning, sleeping in, letting kids watch cartoons and tidying up a bit.

I am grateful for time spent swimming in Elk Lake today, and to live in a place where the weather is nice this time of year, and if we’ve got an hour and 25 minutes, we can spent one hour of that in a lake.

I am grateful for a night out with Julie. We saw Joe Jackson perform at the Royal Theatre. He was by himself with his keyboards for the first few songs, and was later joined by his band (bass, drums, guitar). It was great, I’ve always been aware of him, but was never a big fan. Tonight exceeded my expectations. Below is a video (or link to a video) of the first encore. It’s from a different show, but the same tour.


I am grateful for a visit from this person. This person is not Farley, but is another person, who slices things open, so I’m told.

I am grateful for the Cedar Hill Recreation Centre Open Art Painting Studio. I signed up for the summer, and had my orientation today. It’s a nice space, not too far from home. I am chuffed.


I am grateful for my Dad. He has been the example I follow for many things in life, not the least of which is being a father myself. He’s a guy who knows how to love the cuss out of his kids, even when they, nor the rest of the world, aren’t making that easy. Knowing this makes it apparent to me what I’m supposed to do, or at least try my best to do, like he did, every day.

I am grateful to live in a time when being a dad means more than it has on a wider social level in this culture than in previous decades. Don Draper missed out on some good moments with his children, I’ve gotten to have them with mine.

I am grateful for my grandfathers, and their fathers, and so on.

I’m grateful for cards From my boys this morning.

I’m grateful for a terrific day Julie put together for me. I enjoyed the breakfast buffet at the Fireside Grill, a bike ride around part of the airport, steak and grilled veggies for dinner, and peanut butter cookies.

The cherry on top of all that, though, was a tour of a functioning Boeing B-17 bomber that’s here in Victoria for a few days. It’s some kind of machine, with an unimaginable history. 

My paternal grandfather enlisted in the US Air Force, and became a flight instructor for these aircraft during World War II. He was based in Ft. Worth, Texas for most of this time. I can’t help but wonder if he may have flown this aircraft. That’s unlikely, but I also wonder about the chances he instructed someone who did. Seeing it up close, imagining seeing this airplane as he might have then, was a real trip today.


I am grateful for a screening of “Finding Dory” my family and I got to see at a promotion from our financial advisor. Great show. 4/4 of us agree.

I am grateful for a slip and slide my kids enjoyed the heck out of at a birthday party today.

I am grateful for a small project completed on the house today.

I am grateful for goofball chipmunk Farley with cheeks full of cherries hamming it up for Cooper.


IMG_8103I am grateful for Cooper’s Summer Concert at his school. I love seeing all those little kids giving it all they’ve got. Great stuff. Music as it was meant to be heard, IMHO.

I am grateful for a night out with Julie. For some of it we just drove around aimlessly, and wound up at a nice little spot in a cove by the water at Helmecken and View Royal. There wasn’t much there, but it was pretty, and about the right kind of adventure for my taste this evening.


I am grateful for time with Coop today. He saved up his money, and his order of a Lego X-Wing Fighter was due to arrive, and I promised him I’d pick him up early to come home and build it, so I did. I got to pick out the pieces for the next step, and then just hang out while he built it and I made dinner. It was nice.

I am grateful for Farley, who is a big, big perogy fan.


I am grateful for Coop’s resilience this morning. His rear tire popped moments before what was going to be our last trip to the bike park before leaving the campsite this morning. Poor kid. He was disappointed, but accepted it with losing his composure. Go Coop!

I am grateful to be at home, and to be able to style Farley’s hair into spike on top of his head while shampooing it. Never gets old.