Cory LaViska

My perpetually changing, personal waste of cyberspace.

Sophia and Bucky

My daughter recently learned how buckles work. She's absolutely fascinated by them and spends a lot of time trying to fasten them and unfasten them. On backpacks. On highchairs. Doesn't matter. Every time she sees a buckle, she has to try to snap it in place. It's a huge win for building motor skills!

She has this turtle called Bucky that has a bunch of buckles attached to him. I took him along on our trip to the park today so Sophia could play with him during the drive. It kept her busy for awhile. Alas, she still has trouble removing the buckles.

To My Son

Exactly nineteen months ago we were in this same hospital, eagerly waiting to meet your sister. Today, it's your turn.

In a matter of hours you'll be in my arms. I can't wait to see your face for the first time. To hold your hand. To see your eyes.

Sophie's First Amazon Order

I didn't think this would happen for at least a few more years, but a couple days ago our nine month old ordered her first lightning deal from Amazon using an unlocked iPhone (whoops).

Behold, all the laundry baskets we'll ever need.

On Top of the World

If you ask me what I want out of life, you'll get a simple answer. But getting there has been anything but simple. I work my ass off, but there's always more to do. I try to save money, but there are always more bills to pay. I try to be the best husband and father I can be, but there's never enough time.

At some point, the world started spinning too fast. I used to be the guy who had his shit together. Now I feel lost, wandering around in the fog of my own thoughts completely directionless. I've never felt so lonely — so helpless.

The Man on the Moon

I came up with this years ago in my head. I used to type it as dummy text when I was trying out a keyboard or just needed to type something—kinda like Lorem Ipsum.

I have no idea why it stayed stuck in my head for all this time, but it's earned its place here because of it: