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Less than one year in, I don’t know if I’ll ever be man enough to handle little girl tears. I think I’m in big trouble. 

Chick’s got some attitude, rocking out in the cage. Anyone else hearing “Rock You Like a Hurricane” in the background?

Find a friend.

Party too hard.

Crash too soon.

It’s the American way. 

Happy 4th folks!




Here our cameras caught up with Madison S, aka “The Monk,” alone in her room in a rare moment of calm. Due to a volatile temper and unpredictable behavior, Madison is no stranger to solitary confinement. She is a known charmer, so we were careful not to let her easy smile fool us. Folks around these parts know to approach Madison carefully. Especially after a nap. 

Madison runs with a pretty tough gang. Animals. Each and every one of them.

So, as it turns out, not only am I NOT the only creative person in my house, I might just be the least creative. Below are 3 of the things I woke up to this morning.

Anyone that knows me knows that my birthday has always been one of my favorite days of the year, but this Father’s Day thing has real potential to surpass it.

So far, it’s been amazing, starting with this video. You have to see it. I was blown away the first time I watched. Then, in an entirely unrelated event, something got in my eyes and they started to water a bit. Weird.

Click here or on the pic to watch the video. Go ahead, it’s short. Pay close attention starting at about the 1:03 mark, for a special sound bite from Madison. 

My card from Madison.

And the text message that was waiting on my phone when I got up.

There are times in life when it’s near impossible not to smile. Being on a swing is one of them. Pushing a baby on a swing for the first time has to be another.

Doin’ our tourist thing. Rodeo Beach, Marin Headlands. When you’ve got a beautiful day, a beautiful setting, and two beautiful girls, it’s hard not get at least one beautiful photo.

This one was the most beautiful-est of them all. 

In honor of its 75th Birthday, I thought I’d share some of my favorite photos—and memories—of the Golden Gate Bridge.

I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who has ever taken a picture of it. 

(I should probably Google that)

On the bridge, probably my favorite shot of all.

Another on the bridge. Hard to resist trying to see it from an original angle.

Bike ride across the bridge. A must-do if you’re visiting SF. Even if it means wearing these awesome helmets.

Baby under the bridge

The familiar fog of San Francisco

At Twin Peaks. San Francisco is smaller than most think, if you’re high enough, you can see the bridge from just about anywhere (meaning altitude, settle down hippies).

At Land’s End, one of our favorite hiking spots. Like I said, you’re never far from the bridge here in SF.

Awe and awww. Taken from the overlook across the bridge.

Finally, two bridges in one shot. Can you spot them both? Our favorite picnic spot, with my favorite local beer; 21st Amendment’s Hell or High Watermelon Wheat Beer.

As promised, these days you’ll find us out living like tourists. Here’s our most recent trip to Half Moon Bay.

Can you take our picture?

First dip of the toes in the (frigid) Pacific. Madison didn't see the point.

You may have to squint to see it, but it's there; a tiny footprint. 17.3 pounds does not a large impression make.

Near the site of the world famous Mavericks surf spot

I call him Jean-Claw Van Damme. Don't eyeball him.