Destroy has always had a bit of an impulsive side to him.
From out of nowhere you’ll hear a primal yell. You’ll feel the walls shudder around you; what was once order will suddenly become a cacophony of chaos – disarray resulting from a category 5 hurricane muppet. Toys strewn in his wake surrender to the playroom battlefield as a 38-pound Godzilla conquers the northeast end of his home. Continue reading
Happy fourth birthday, Muppets. Continue reading
Dear Search and Destroy,
Happy Birthday. You get it this year – buzzing with excitement, bouncing with anticipation.
You are such spirited boys, teaching your father and I so much about the world as we rediscover all around us through the magic of a preschooler’s eyes, all while creating the whirlwind of trademark muppet mayhem around you.
How far we’ve come. Continue reading
The cake arrived at 9 a.m. Two tiers of Gotham City and Metropolis fondant bat-signaling that Search and Destroy’s fourth year was upon us.
We had to hide the cake in the office. The excitement was already building to a peak, and it wasn’t even mid-morning. The party wasn’t until 3:30. Continue reading
PapaStavo turned 70 over the weekend.
In 1944, $1 was the equivalent of $12.43 today. Europe was in the throws of World War II. But in a small abode precariously situated in the province of Verona, Italy, a boy was born.
So I packed up the boys and headed south for the celebratory shindig. Continue reading
The proper way to spend a mid-November birthday evening.
Today I am 33. (It’s still early-30s, so we’re keeping it real with the years.)
Jon’s been there almost a year already. Search and Destroy are both 3.
Eighteen years ago I was a sophomore in high school. (It just occurred to me that I have been out of high school longer than it took me to get through it.)
Today my cousin Mitch turned 18. Continue reading