Mostly excited to see my brother, meet his wife and kid (he has a kid! crazy...)
These are the Talladega mountains

Home of Ricky Bobby...yes, of course I stopped to take pictures, Home of Ricky Bobby!!


...in Birmingham
they must've known I was comin'


reading A's post about how she didn't see me wearing my gloves...
(it's been friggin cold everywhere I've been, those gloves have been awwwwesome, I keep 'em in the pockets of my floofy blue jacket.)

I quickly got used to Logan's radius. If you set ANYthing down within his reach, it was either in his mouth or launched across the room...

willingly
I still think he's 12 years old






no more autographs please...

he...is...sooo...cute


this is my new Braves hat!!!


cartoon behind us?...wayyy more important than that damn flashy thingy


and last but not least...
the perfect photo to whip out when he brings girls home!!

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