My son can climb the stairs. What can your son do?

Just another perfectly natural pose by Talmage.

This is a rose.

Asher doesn't like wearing my hat. This shot took somewhere around 84 attempts. I never had more then a fraction of a section to snap the picture after putting the hat on his head. If I had had a little help, I may have been more successful.

I'm a lucky man!

The paraphernalia I never seem to get put away

Easily the best Valentine's ever

How could a dad not love coming home to that?

Color coordination

Asher must wear his helmet no more.

I don't mind saying: I look good.

Does his head look any rounder?

Brothers

He's only four, and already Talmage's ceramic projects are better than mine were in high school. My son's gifted.

Here you see the worries and stress of a four-year old weighing down upon Talmage.

I have no comment.

Talmage wants to make it abundantly clear that he can do everything Asher can do.

If I ever have the opportunity to literally, "throw the book at someone," this is the book I plan on using.

Big day for Anna Howe

It's all happening at the z-z-zoo.

I believe Asher may have been the best sport on our recent snowshoe adventure.

Talmage and Stockton paint masterpieces on my windows. Lovely.

Here's an old classic I recently dug up. This represents my one-and-only toilet papering experience. The funniest part about this is--this is about 5:30 p.m. on a summer day. Needless to say, we got caught.

Just in case we someday forget the name of our child

Daddy's iPod Touch--now such an integral part of our family.