A Bray Say… about his dad’s singing

on the drive home from kilgore, tx we were trying to get the kids to sleep & ricky started singin’ (in a silly, bad-american-idol-audition sort of way) the lullaby i wrote for braylon when he was little.

“daaad! you sound like a balloon that the air is tryin’ to come out!”


a bray say…for mother’s day

i was putting my 5 yr. old in my bed for a short nap; it was kind of a tender moment. braylon laid on his tummy & said, ‘mommy?’  (-yeah?)  then he stuck his hind quarters up in the air & let out a big ‘ol stink-bomb…& says w/a grin, ‘that was your mother’s day present’

here’s a shot of us i came across, when he was around angel’s present age (’04)…before the world corrupted his lil mind!