Not Fit for Public Consumption

Various photos on my phone that I chose not to post on social media for reasons of nudity, privacy, etc...but might be of interest to readers of this blog.

Prescriptions for my star trumpet student Matt. I took a photo of the list I'd made for his Dad so that I could reference it later when I needed to talk about what etudes he was ordering or what we should work on next. Looking it over makes me think..."gee, I should figure out how to play some of this stuff too."

Screenshot from some tacet-movement reading. I don't know if this is completely accurate or even if knowing these exact numbers would make a difference, but this should be handed out to every 4th grade trumpet student and taped inside their case.

It's hard to say exactly why, but this photo is completely Owen. Hair flying, funny facial expression, James standing upright in the background. He'd been screaming his lungs out moments earlier--now he's half-smirking, half-bored.

Because no one else will understand just how big a deal it is that Uncle Lucas will take you down to feed the cows and talk about their bowel movements. 

Because toga. I secretly want to wear this every morning while I read Martial at my desk. But I don't, because I want my wife and children to still respect me.

Because my wife. Dresses like this are how you get pregnant again even though you said you were done.

Because life was really awful for about three months, and we need to remember never to take a hot shower or an intact ceiling for granted. Thanks again, Dad Davis.

Because James in a bumblebee ballerina costume probably needs to show up at his wedding whether he marries Alexa or not. (Hint: He's going to marry Alexa.)

Because Owen loves everybody, but I think he can tell that Great Grandma is special.

Because this man is reportedly doing great after his surgery.

Because this is also pretty much Owen's attitude towards life in a nutshell.

Because even though you think you're going to buy storage ottomans to keep toys picked up, the boys will come up with better uses for them.

Because why wouldn't you bring a wooden roof slat and pair of binoculars for Thursday morning?

Because "Abigail's book."

Because some of us are good little monkeys but always very curious.

Because after awhile you just say to him "Fine, play in the trash. I need to make dinner and if you find an appetizer in there I can have part of your portion."

Because Owen respects no man's privacy.

Because Owen doesn't respect his own privacy either. He might be a little bit of an exhibitionist.

Because some people don't agree with older brother's plan to hole up in his room reading Berenstein Bear books for weeks on end.

Because sometimes you have a LOT of time to kill between services in Syracuse.