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iPhone Fun
Our kids love our iPhones as much as we do, if not more. Kadence plays her educational games, and Hayden would like for us to think that he is playing his.
When I walk back over to check on them, I find Kadence still playing her game, but Hayden is rapidly deleting my apps, editing contacts, sending emails, and who knows what else. He disguises his mischievousness with, “Uh oh?…Daddy? Uh oh?” as if he has no idea how he ended up out of his simple game of flicking monkeys across the screen.
Young Enthusiasm
Hayden, still not even two years old, is already trying to master the perfect shave. After weeks of diligently studying my technique, he ventures out on his own. He still has some learning to do—mainly that diaper ointment doesn’t make the best shaving cream—but at least he is trying.
Born in the Wrong Decade – Using the Strait Razor
I’ve been called Wolverine and Hugh Jackman more than once for my beard and wolf-like hair combination, and as much as I love that, I’ve decided to change up the look this year.
Pursuit of the Perfect Shave
It may sound ridiculous, but I wanted to get rid of the beard—and keep it off—in the best way possible. No more electric mini-mower chopping at my skin each morning, or scraping the Mach-5 across my face while wondering if yet another blade on this thing would do the trick.
There had to be something better than this without going to the cut throat barber every morning.
The Perfect Shave
Last weekend my wife said my face was as smooth and soft as hers. I think it’s safe to say that I’ve found the answer in the classic strait razor shave. All the details aside, this way of shaving is the way to go. The results couldn’t be better.
However, my wife now thinks I was born in the wrong decade…
Now a Family of Five
Wow! We are now a family of five. This is on the way out the door for one of our first outings with the newest member—Greyson.
Our Baby Einstein
On mornings that Hayden wakes up before me, he runs to my side, crawls in bed, and then anxiously looks around for something to do. The first thing he normally finds is my glasses sitting on the nightstand. As the glasses hit my face he shouts, On, On…On…
The other day he got a hold of them for himself, and here is the result.
Speak with Conviction
A friend shared this great little video about speaking with conviction and authority—something neglected in our culture where we condition our statements with…you know…and other such disclaimers.