The Start of Year No. 5

Already a photographer at age 8

Already a photographer at age 8

Start up the band and break out a parade! I’ve completed my fourth year of blogging (as of January 5). I wrote 241 posts in 2012, which included probably close to 1,000 photos. Guess I just love to overshare (no need to thank me).

I decided to look back over those many words and pick out two favorite posts from each month. That was so difficult! I love writing, and I enjoy documenting our lives, especially when those posts include my sons, nature, and disc golf. Here are my choices:

January

I was a bundle of nerves as my younger son returned to his public high school after our awful online high school experience. Fortunately, he did fine in finishing up his junior year.

I responded to an innocent question by the kid with a long harangue about the good, old days (including the top photo).

Ah, that sweet smile at 14 months!

Ah, my #1 son’s sweet smile at 14 months!

February

My older son turned 20. Sniff sniff!

Another of my younger son’s innocent questions, this time about the “Star Wars” movies, got me thinking about the future.

Dad and son are glad the fierce cougar is just a statue!

Dad and son are glad the fierce cougar is just a statue!

March

We took our first college visit with the kid to his dad’s alma mater, the University of Houston.

I overshared photos of the wonderful wildflowers in Gonzales.

If you don’t have anything nice to say about someone . . . .

If you don’t have anything nice to say about someone . . . .

April

I broke out plenty of puns, as I cried fowl (see what I mean?) when I was chased by chickens (aka Poultry in Motion . . . somebody stop me!).

The kid discovered that having ancient parents is a perk when it comes to learning U.S. History.

My #1 son enjoys the word play and card play.

My #1 son enjoys the word play and card play.

May

My sons had a blast playing Ultimate Uno with their pals at our house.

Our little town got an independent, minor-league baseball team, the Skeeters! We had fun at our first game.

Yep, he sure did!

Yep, he sure did!

June

An anole scared me and forced me to figure out a way to get him out of my office. I’m still always looking over my shoulder just in case he returns.

My sons and my “third son,” Chase, loved being living totem poles in the pool.

Smiling at a Skeeters’ game!

Smiling at a Skeeters’ game!

July

I shared my iPhone self-portrait failures, as I tried to snap a good pic of my older son and I at a Skeeters’ baseball game.

Did half my posts last year involve nature? Sure seemed like it, even when disc golf was involved.

Sam Houston watches over his campus.

Sam Houston watches over his campus.

August

Once we walked on campus, it was clear that the kid’s first college choice would be Sam Houston State University (which he plans to attend).

All-star pitching great Roger Clemens temporarily came out of retirement to join our Skeeters, setting off a media frenzy.

Father and son chat while walking back to the dugout.

Father and son chat while walking back to the dugout.

September

We watched Roger pitch to his son Koby for the first time in an actual baseball game, helping our Skeeters win.

Reading this post about my younger son’s over-Photoshopped senior pictures always makes me laugh at the memory.

I used this as a cover photo on Facebook.

I used this as a cover photo on Facebook.

October

Gotta love a teenager who fearlessly rocks his inner pink (as in the Pink Power Ranger).

This started the first of several posts in October and December where I educated my readers about the toxic puss moth caterpillars that are using our house as their own, personal Motel 6 (again, no need to thank me; got yer backs!).

My younger son and Chase found out how small the drinking fountains are.

My younger son and Chase found out how small the drinking fountains are.

November

The kid, Chase, and I enjoyed reliving their elementary school days at a reunion.

If butterflies pose for me, then I’m snapping away.

All good things must end.

All good things must end.

December

In documenting Chanukah, I captured a spinning dreidel . . . complete with a poem. Isn’t there a Pulitzer Prize for poetry?

My older son showed his softer side with a handmade gift for his brother.

Whew! I’m ready to continue on with the same Monday through Friday blogging schedule in 2013. I hope you’ll continue to join me!! Remember that comments always are welcome.

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