I found this in a journal that Nova kept when he was five. Throughout his journal he sketched cute little pictures of himself in different situations. It seems to me that this fisherman is missing a hand and has fashioned a fishing pole from a hockey stick. I love the way the fish's tail spells Nova, but I don't believe it was intentionally spelled backwards. The drawing became more endearing when I flipped a few pages to days later and found the following drawing...

It seems that the missing hand has regenerated and the happy, young fisherman has himself a new pet!

These pictures reminded me of my good ol' days touring around soaking up all the fantastic live music of bands I don't even have time to listen to anymore. Ahhhh, the days...

There are A LOT of bloggers out there. I'm not assuming that this blog will ever be read by more than family and friends. However, this being the internet, I'm sure the occasional google gallivanter will happen upon this site. I'm also sure that they will immediately find me to be a sappy, overinvolved parent of toddlers. To insure this postulation, Friday's will be feature days for my son, Nova's, creative endeavors. When Nova was small I knew he was an amazing child. He is a curious mix of intellect, emotion, and an inherent pull towards the spiritual. At times his intellect far surpasses his emotional development and it causes an upheaval within our household.