An Open Letter to Ebola

Dear Ebola,

No one likes you. No one. And if I wasn't writing a blog about my kids, I would probably be using stronger language to express that, but I'm not going to do that here. Suffice it to say that you're kind of a jerk.
 
However, I've come to the decision that stewing over that single, unchangeable fact will do nothing to make the world a better place, or I a better father. No matter how deeply I sink into the mental quagmire of anger and anxiety that is the byproduct of your work, you'll still be going around acting like a jerk and getting people really sick and everyone else really anxious. So I'm not going to do that. My energy is much better spent on other things.

The kids will wash their hands when they come home from school or the playground. And so will I. And that's pretty much where my family stops thinking about you.

Just wanted to make sure we were clear about that.

Sincerely,
Me


PS- the same goes for your friend Enterovirus D-68

Happy 1st Birthday Reya!!

Following in the long, rich tradition of parents who combine their children's birthdays together in order to save energy, time and/or money, or all three, I am squeezing out two birthday blog posts in one night. And in so doing, I willingly accept the possibility that great swells of resentment will be visited upon me in future years. So sue me.

My baby girl is one year old! They say it goes fast, and it really, really does. She is growing into a sweet, sensitive, playful, affectionate, determined, opinionated, beautiful little girl, and I really can't get enough of her.

On a warm day in September we celebrated her first Birthday with friends.

 

The Birthday Girl

Cake!!

  

I kinda like cake

All cleaned up post-cake

Not their birthday, but still damn cute

Happy 4th Birthday Mylo!!

Approximately two months after the actual event, I am finally getting around to posting pictures of Mylo's Birthday. Shameful, indeed. Nonetheless, the day itself was a great success, best exemplified by the fact that Mylo was shirtless for almost the entire day (if you can't be at least partially nude on your birthday, then when can you, for God's sake), as well as the ample amounts of pizza and ice cream eaten, the balloon-twisting artist, the giant pool, and the throngs of screaming four-year-olds laying waste to our abode.

Mylo and Kody ham it up

Cars Birthday cake

Balloon-Twisting Expert

The Pool

The Contents of Mylo's Pocket

On the 7th of October, in the year 2014, the following items were discovered within the pocket of Mylo's sweatshirt upon his arrival home from school:

A twig, two red berries of undetermined origin, several plastic doo-hickey's of varied colors, a paperclip, and a section of green straw. Conclusion: one very curious and adventurous four year old boy has been hard at work collecting valuable treasure.

A Thousand Words

To say that Mylo is energetic, would be like saying the ocean has some water in it. These days he is a fervent ball of shining brilliance, spinning and jumping and laughing and bouncing his way through life.

Wonderful? Yes, very much. Occasionally challenging? Well... maybe just a bit.