Woke up to the girls playing “Welcome to New York” on the HomePods. Somehow, they always know the vibe.

2009 is vintage. Home by Edward Sharpe and the rest of the stomp-clap-hey era is getting dragged. Back then I was in DC during the Obama glow. Now it’s Trump, AI, toddlers, and kombucha in the fridge. Hearing something that earnest, despite how played out it was, almost feels rebellious.

When Luisa said, “I’m pretty sure I’m worthless if I can’t be of service”… yeah. I felt that.

In other news, watching Encanto for the 75th time with the kids.

Mike’s Hot Honey is essentially the cheat code of condiments. Pizza, chicken, ice cream, literally any food leveled up instantly.

Caelynne cracked the code—found Elmo on YouTube all by herself. Genius in the making! 🔥📱🎓 #TechSavvyToddler #ElmoOnDemand #SmartCookieMonster

“Daddy! I’m wearing these to the DANCE!” 😎

Keep your magic alive in 2025! ✨

Fellow parents, does Ms. Rachel ever invade your inner monologue? Sometimes I hear, ‘You made coffee—great job!’ and honestly, I’m here for it.

26.2 miles later… Yesterday, I crossed the finish line of my first marathon at the Philadelphia Marathon with a time of 4:35. I’ll admit—I went out too fast at the start (lesson learned!) and hit the wall around mile 20, but I kept pushing and made it to the end. Yo Philly, we did it! 🥊

It’s that time of year to put on Bad Santa and embrace the holiday chaos. Festive? Questionable. Necessary? Absolutely.

Victory smiles all around! Celebrating a Bills win with the crew!

Sunday chores in full swing! Not pictured: me helping.

Where my fellow marathon runners at? I’m running Philadelphia in a week.

Saturday vibes: maximum fluff, zero personal space. #Caturday #DogsToo

Walking forward, hand in hand, under a bright blue sky. Some things are worth letting go for moments like this.

Happy Caturday!