Twist Morgan
Shout Morgan
(So we could yell Twist and Shout at the mall, and not just randomly.)
Loch Ness Silverstone
Roped Off Silverstone
For the Love of God NOTICE ME Silverstone
(What’s she been up to lately? Seriously.)
Yogi Bear, Jr.
(He’s totally the type to have a Junior.)
Lis@
B()B
Jos&ph
(Because, you know, we’d want our kids to be ridiculed.)
Recently I went to a surprise party. I flew out to see my sister for her birthday, and my visiting was a surprise. And THEN, the next night we had a big drinkfest/private karaoke room and that was a surprise. It was fun.
On the second night, we all got there before my sister and there was a short debate about what to yell. “Surprise!” and “Happy Birthday!” were two pretty sound options. It got me thinking though …
Happy birthday!
Congratulations on your promotion!!
(Some crazy TV show) built you this house!!!
Naked ladies!!!!
Ice cream for everybody!!!!!
Cannibalism!
Free baby!!
Fran Drescher Audio Books!!!
Court Appointed Therapy!!!!
Vasectomy!!!!!
Parenthood/Parent Trap
Recently a relative (and friend) had a widdle, tiny, awww, baby. CONGRATULATIONS!
This reminded me of a rambling note I wrote to my parents a few years ago. Thankfully my mom has the note, because if she didn’t I would have to dig it up and then be disgusted at my rambling, emotionally-tinted nonsense.
I wrote the letter the night before my parents 29th? 30th? wedding anniversary. Of all things, it was inspired by the movie Parenthood. The movie has Steve Martin, so, naturally, I am a big fan of it. Beyond that, it is a cheese-fest which I nevertheless like quite a bit.
My take-away from the movie was this: holy CRAP! It’s impossible to be a parent without screwing up eight, nine, or even ten (million) ways to Sunday!
I grabbed a paper and pencil and began my emotional, rambling thank you letter to my parents. It was a pretty conceited thank you, because it cited my brother, sister and I as proof that my parents had done a good job. I said congrats for three main reasons.
My brother, sister and I have these traits:
1) We have good senses of humor. The important thing here being not that we can crack jokes, but that we can laugh at ourselves. (I’m clearly biased here, but I find us very funny.)
2) We like to learn.
3) We’re nice people.*
*I’m not one hundred percent on this, but I think this was reason number three.
These are very basic things to celebrate, but when you get down to it I think not nearly enough people have these things.
I’ll take this opportunity to again say thanks mom and pop for doing a pretty good job. And when you consider how life can really get in the way, you did a very good job. When you consider how the Nintendo and sitcoms are way more interesting than most everything, you … oh man the funniest thing just happened on The Office. What was I saying?
The OTHER purpose of this blog entry is to say good luck to the new parents – my sister’s buddy and my cousin. Good luck with your tiny, pooping, eating, information-input-sponge-ing creatures. And, again biased, if it counts for anything I think you’ll do fantastically.
This picture is one of my nephews when he was very young (and my hands). I’m the baby of the family and the oldest kid I babysat growing up was 2. I found his size to be, frankly, crazy. But I think it’s good that kids come out so tiny – because hopefully it’ll make you appreciate how fragile they are in every way.
Also, if anyone looks up the definition of sap, I hope this post comes up.
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