This kid right here...

It's easy to lose track of how quickly time is going by, and then you turn around and your youngest boy - the baby no less - is six years old. He's in kindergarten. He's growing like a weed and getting sharper by the minute. He's looked a lot like his oldest brother at times, but he's definitely unique in every way, and he never fails to bring a smile to our faces. This kid couldn't be any easier going and couldn't be any more entertaining. It's hard to see him growing out of his baby stages, but we know there's so much more to come. We're so happy to have him and infinitely blessed. Happy Birthday to Nolan!

Cleveland Rocks!

I may have moved out of Ohio at 5 years old, but it's always been somewhere deep inside. My parents were born and raised there, both of my dad's parents were, and probably on and on back for a while at least on the Sellers side. While I don't have many ties to the state personally, one thing that's always been a part of me was growing up a Cleveland fan. In Montana there weren't any major sports teams, so most people followed Seattle or Denver teams. But Dad was always a Browns fan, my brother always hung Indians posters in our room, and we always wanted to play as the Browns or the Indians in Super Tecmo Bowl or Ken Griffey's Major League Baseball or just when throwing the ball around in the yard. We had shirts and hoodies, blankets and jackets, hats and footballs - everything Cleveland. The teams haven't always been great, in fact, more often than not, they've been terrible. But it doesn't matter. It's a part of who we are. I've seen the Indians play quite a bit - in Baltimore, in Houston, and at Spring Training in Florida and Arizona. I'd seen the the Browns play once in Jacksonville. But in our 35 plus years, my brother and I had never seen either play at home, and Dad hadn't been since 1978. So it was time to do it - and the results couldn't have been better.

Getting ready for Thursday Night Football in the Dawg Pound!

The view from our seats... gonna be a sea of orange.

After two miserable seasons, and having not won since 2016... all it took was for us to show up! Finally put one in the win column! That stadium was rocking... greatest sporting event I've ever been to.

Had to check out the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame while in town... 

Progressive Field... some of the shirts said it'll always be The Jake... but either way, we made it to the home of the Tribe!

No win for the Indians tonight, but still an amazing experience - and they're still playoff bound this year! As Cleveland fans say, it's always "wait until next year" but maybe this is THE year they win it all! Either way, definitely an awesome trip for the older generation of the Sellers boys...

Still Summer...

Even though it's September and school started weeks ago, it still feels like summer around here, and probably will for a while. We're experiencing hurricane season at the moment, with some pretty heavy rains, but the past few weeks were sunny and warm. We got out and did a little fishing, took the kids up to Six Flags for the first time, and started back with Scouts.

Got a little rained on at Six Flags...

The gargoyle...

Not at all worried about this ride...

Finally convinced him to ride some of the big ones...

They're all in now...

It finally happened. The last one is in school. It's said so often, but it really is hard to believe how quickly time seems to go by. We've been in Texas now for more than 5 years. Nolan was born right before we got here, so if you add that up you get to kindergarten age. It doesn't really hit us until we start looking back at the photos posted on this blog and remember how little they all were when we got here. But that's the way it goes. Thankfully, we've still got a long way left to go. The journey is a long one from here for all of them still. Nolan kicks it all off this year, Adam is in third grade, and Paul has started middle school - which is a whole new journey of its own. We're just trying to keep them young for as long as we can, so wish us luck!

Back to school haircuts...

Paul's feelings exactly...

Gone Fishin'

A friend of mine brought his family down from Houston and asked if we wanted to take a fishing cruise out on the Gulf. It sounded like a good idea at the time, and it actually turned out to be. Overall it wasn't too expensive, considering the experience, and thankfully none of use got sick on the boat - which was a legitimate concern, since it was a bit rocky out on the waves, to put it lightly. The boat went full throttle for about an hour, throwing bucket-loads of water on us, out until we lost sight of the land.  Then they anchored us to an old oil structure of some sort and we got about an hour and a half to fish. The oil rigs create their own habitats under the water, so there were definitely a lot of fish of various sizes and types. Out of the 20 or so of us on the boat, we caught some Redfish, Sand Trout, Kingfish, and mostly Bonnethead Shark. Just about everything turned out fantastic on the grill afterward, and the kids had a great time. Surprisingly, Paul turned out to be the fisherman... and since I had to spend $47 on a fishing license, we'll be fishing again some time this year.