With these formal salvos and unabashed bragging out of the way, we will scurry asunder with potentially (always) objectionable categories describing our 2007. Let the espresso-laced-egg-nog-induced teeth gnashing begin!
The Ferber Method of Discipline
Did we forget to celebrate Thumbsgiving?
Yes. Keegan’s parents displayed a sad level of phantom digit amnesia, but will make it up for him next year with an opposable thumbsgiving to end all previous opposable
thumbsgivings (of which there were none).
Travel both near and far, covering distances both short and long, happened to us this year. Sometimes we were even aware of where we were. It appears as if we visited Kansas City (where soccer coaches go to learn and farm implements go to die), Dallas (soccer and Easter), Memphis (to drive a new Malibu), Manchester, CA. (to go where abalone eaters have gone before), Salt Lake City X 2 (sanity check), Los Angeles (Futsal national championships), Chicago (BlogHer conference), San Francisco (soccer), Austin (semiconductor manufacturing marketing), and Tulsa (as in “stuck in”). We also frequented the separate state of realities of 3 and 5 year old boys, but it was under cover of night and we can not reveal the true location. Kind of like
Apparently, as Brian painfully discovered this year, nothing.
(pun intended). Check out Kicked into touch by Fred Eyre. Nicole loved The Middle Place by Kelly Corrigan and The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger so much that she was willing to marry them both (i.e. book polygamy). She laughed until she stopped while reading Nature Girl by Carl Hiaasen, and her first book club book, The Namesake: A Novel by Jhumpa Lahiri, was better than a big glass of milk. Furthermore, she’s willing to testify to all of this in a court of law. Finally, it was learned this year that the last words of Oscar Wilde was reportedly (actually a week before he died) “Either this wallpaper goes, or I go” while sitting in a café. You go, Oscar.
Special homage must be paid to the songs that end each episode of the TV show “House”. Go to your favorite music website immediately and (pay to) download Good Man by Josh Ritter, Rainy Day Lament by Joe Purdy, Ain’t no reason by Brett Dennen, and Waiting on an Angel by Ben Harper. Do it now, or soon thereafter.
****This following new podcast section is sponsored by Red Bull and Peet’s Coffee, because sometimes too much caffeine and sugar really isn’t enough. Really.******
Nicole and Brian have decided that the free podcast downloads from NPR (This American Life, Wait! Wait! Don’t Tell Me!, Satire from the Unger Report, and Car Talk) are better than air. Also, the three “seasons” of The Ricky Gervais Show have been awesome, as Ricky and Steve Merchant delve into mind of Karl Pilkington, the man with an IQ of a fence post. Listening to free podcasts sure beats paying attention to the road while we are driving……or paying.
This year’s list of inventions by Keegan and Donovan has been far longer then their parental units, and include ketchup popsicles, the opposable thumb butt hug, answering any question with “cuckoo in the head”, wearing underwear on the outside of their pants (or as a hat), and tennis shoes that automatically fill themselves with any piece of sand/tan bark theytouch. They have also co-authored their own personal national anthem sung before our soccer practices (in the key of C): “Poop can’t fly, but it can roll”, and have developed a proprietary method of converting dry dog food into a gun. My guess is the Nobel Prize is certainly in their future, or at least high scores on the GED.
Can you hear the words that are coming out of my mouth?
2007 has been a rich source of verbiage from Donovan and Keegan, and we have found that strip mining techniques work best when tapping this resource. Please feel free to reuse any of the boy’s “word droppings” at public gatherings and around mixed company:
- D: Daddy! Stop looking at Keegan’s face!
- D: When I grow up, I want to be a baby
- D: Daddy, I’m not going to bite you anymore
- D: Daddy, you’re not stupid anymore
K (counting): penis, penis one, penis two…..
- K: Mommy, you’re disrespecting Donovan. I’m not talking to you.
- K: Daddy, I need to inform you that none of your weapons can kill me.
- K: Pluto’s not a planet anymore, it’s just a big ball of ice…..but it’s too heavy to lift it.
- K: Nothing beats the sun, except maybe a supernova explosion
And finally, the top exchange of 2007:
- K (age 4 at the time): Daddy, I put together the lactricity (electricity) set but it doesn’t work.
- D (age 3 at the time): Maybe you have to change something.
Hope this letter finds you well, grateful for what you have (and don’t have), and frequently experience with “tres ja vu” (that feeling you have been somewhere twice before). This year was filled with some moments of uncontrollable laughter and some difficulties, like trying to sell our house at the worst time possible. However, all my personal strife and the sadness in this world are silhouetted for me with the glow of Nicole, Keegan and Donovan (and Pele and Pelota, our role models for unconditional love). Every day, the boys’ flames burns brighter and the joy of having them in my life grows (using a Fibonacci numerical series). I hope you all have some light surrounding you, and that you always keep a diamond in your mind. This world needs it, and Tom Waits wants it that way.
Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah/Hanukah/Channukah, Feliz Festivus, and may all your Thumbsgivings be bright!
Love, Brian, Nicole, Pele, Pelota, Keegan and Donovan Pelton