Yesterday, when I said I had no idea why I signed up for Snapchat, that's not entirely true.
A couple towns east of here lies Cantigny Park. You may recall it from the Tom Hanks film A League of Their Own as the home of Garry Marshall's character league owner Walter Harvey.
We woke up at 5 a.m.
We were on the road at 6:10 a.m.
We picked up Katie's cousin at 6:35 a.m.
What's in the news?
A happy family weekend in photos.
I'm taking part in a fun photo challenge for December. It's sponsored by Funko, the toy company behind those cool Pop statuettes and bobbleheads.
We don't just make kids hobby tables at Kasa Kapgar. We also re-finish dining room tables! Or, at least, we do now.
It only took six weeks and a couple pestering emails from me, but we finally got the URL of the host site where we could find Nathan's preschool class photos.
I'm trying to remember if I told you all that katie and I were building Nathan a LEGO table.
This morning, we did something I haven't done in several years... we carved a Jack o' Lantern!
As I drove down the lane, the final glints of light faded into an ethereal darkness. Although I was alone in my car, I was convinced I wasn't by myself.
I've got nothing. So how about I wow you with photography? And I use "wow" very loosely.
I like to go through a cemetery near where I work when on my lunchtime walk. Why? Cemeteries are beautiful. Peaceful. Empty (of the living).
I've seen people push for this on the web and social media in the past, but they never push hard enough. So I'm going to try one more time...
One of the first semi-social sites I ever used was Flickr, the photo sharing site.
Nathan is a loving kid full of pure intention and trust and joy. He will often tell Katie and I he loves us or give us random hugs and kisses or jump up in our laps to cuddle up. He seriously makes life worth living every day.
Nathan is developing a strong sense of who he is... and a sense of humor.
Not only did I give my birthday dinner to my son, but we spent my birthday found things for Nathan.
Not only is Nathan potty trained for all intents and purposes, but he's taking it a step further... he's peeing standing up.
Earlier this evening, my parents took my brother and I out to celebrate our birthdays. It's convenient to do this together as our birthdays are only six days apart (and four years).
Happy Thanksgiving from Katie, Kevin, Nathan, and Norman!!
Remember when I said that Nathan would likely cry up a storm when his snowman melts?
Considering the four or so inches of snow we got on Friday into Saturday, we did what anyone else would do with a young kid.
Thank you to all our veterans. We are all truly grateful for all you've done.
If you follow my Twitter feed, you know that I was at the Healthy Driven Naperville Marathon & Half Marathon today. Not as a runner, but as staff. Communications, mostly. A lot of photography. Even more social media outreach. It was fun. But you don't need the details.
"Urf!" I yelped in a high pitch to which Nathan giggled.
I hate the proverbial "Indian Summers" we get this time of year. I also hate that they're called "Indian Summers," but what can you do? I don't think there's another name for them.
Although he didn't go out trick or treating tonight due to horrendous weather in the area, our little man did get to enjoy three other off-day trick or treat sessions for which he was dressed up as...
One of the great things about living in a place where both of our families are available is that Katie and I can generally find someone willing to take care of Nathan so we can go out. We don't do it often (every few months), but it's nice to have that in place.
When Katie was pregnant with Nathan and for the first couple years after that, I was warned by so many parents to watch out for the "terrible twos," that age when kids start to truly, ahem, assert themselves.
14 years ago today, Katie and I recited vows in front of family and friends and became husband and wife. I like to think that after 14 years, we are stronger than ever.
Today, Katie, Nathan, and I went to Scarecrow Fest in St. Charles. Katie likes to look around the arts and crafts tents and Nathan loves playgrounds. Since Scarecrow Fest has both, it was a win-win. I took him to the playground.
Earlier today, Nathan looked at me and said, "Awrrrrrr!"
For the last three Mondays, I've had the privelege of staying home with Nathan. My parents, who typically provide daycare for Nathan on Mondays, were on vacation. Instead of dishing out for an extra day of paid daycare, I had the PTO and decided to use it.
For a few years, we've been told that an effective way of potty training a child, particularly a boy, is to let them run around the house mostly naked. Or, at least, naked from the waist down.