A Day in the Life

Travis has a fairly firm life philosophy: calories are good for you; butter should be the staple of your diet (not implied: he has actually stated this emphatically several times); you should never eat ConAgra food products (pretty much anything you eat is ConAgra. I ignore this, as I refuse to grow my own grains. I also ignore the rest of it.); exercise should consist mainly of weight-bearing exercises; you should not turn on your lights. So, when I walked into the kitchen the other day, it wasn't actually a huge shock to find him doing lunges with three cookies in his hands, half of one in his mouth. In the dark.

What Is Courage?

Last night, as I talked to my friend Megen on the phone, my husband plopped down on the couch across from me and munched on an apple, looking through the window (the curtain was closed, mind you) in rapt awe of ... something. Who knows. We were talking about something mundane, maybe my kids or her second-grade class, when Travis, still looking off into the distance several minutes later, stopped chewing on his apple and looked blankly at me, declaring, "All courage is vanity." Then he wandered off. I giggled and relayed the message to Megen, who, having known Travis for years, said, "Do you ever write this stuff down? You need to write this stuff down." I agreed, and so a blog is born.