Full moon

Hey kids,

Still on a vacation high. After so many years without one, I now think a person should have one every three or four months. Have been spending the evening looking up Alaskan cruises and plotting my next liquor store holdup.

Jakob, you told us all a great story during the car ride back from dinner in town tonight (Qdoba! Kids eat free on Monday and Tuesday nights!). The moon is full and you said it looked like a big saucer of milk. I asked you to elaborate, and you told us the story of the cat who thought the full moon looked like a saucer of milk and tried and tried to reach it so she could have a drink. She climbed up into a tree and still she couldn't reach it. She looked down and saw it in the lake and climbed down to try and reach it. Finally she gave up and went home and there was a big ol' saucer of milk waiting for her on the kitchen floor. Lovely!

You love to tell us stories at bedtime, some of them quite long and rambling. We take turns. Wavy, your stories usually consist of, "Once upon a time, there was a big.... DINOSAUR! He was too woggly boggly. Rowr! The end." Mine usually recount the daily adventures of Princess Waverly and Prince Jakob in the dark forest.

Can't see the moon now, as it is currently covered by snow and/or rain clouds. It's supposed to storm for the rest of the week. What happened to our spring? At least we had a perfectly perfect weekend.

Also perfectly perfect: your recent discovery of the Beatles catalog. Well, okay not the entire catalog; right now it's just Yellow Submarine. We've been listening to it every time we get in the car. Jake, your favorite song right now is "All You Need is Love." There's something deeply satisfying about driving down the highway, looking in the rearview mirror and seeing both kids singing along to Beatles songs.

I made the mistake of telling you that there is also an animated movie of the same name, and now you want to see it. I saw it when I was exactly your age, and it scarred me for life, or at least until my young adulthood. I am STILL uncomfortable when talk of Blue Meanies pops up. Evil creatures, they are.



ADDENDUM: Daddy downloaded the whole movie onto your computer, and now you won't stop watching it, AND you tease me about the Blue Meanies. Keep it up, young man, and I will show you the movie directly below...

How do I shield you guys, or do I even want to try to, from the things that will mess with your head for the rest of your life? Like THIS GUY, who ruined bedtime for me for YEARS:



Where were my parents then? How did they let me see this movie? What were they thinking? I'll never forgive them this transgression.

Or how 'bout this:



I specifically remember my mom sitting there with me, watching this on television. She said, "Gah, what is this. I can't take it anymore." And she got up and left the room. She left me there to watch it by myself! Haunted me for years.

Just sayin'... how am I to know what will and will not affect your tender minds for years and years TK. It's too much pressure on your poor momma. That's it. Nothing but Noggin and Sprout on tv until you are off to college.

That's enough free association rambling for now. Love you both. Good night.