Happy sixth birthday, Muppets. Continue reading
I spent the better part of the afternoon on my hands and knees bleaching the bathroom floor. There are people coming over tomorrow for a birthday party and there is pee all over. Age six and aim is not your strong suit.
Your memorial day birthday coincides with the conclusion of kindergarten. For some reason this seems so much older to me. First grade is for big kids. Continue reading
Dear Search and Destroy,
Happy Birthday. You get it this year â€“ 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 preschoolerâ€™s eyes, all while creating the whirlwind of trademark muppet mayhem around you.
How far weâ€™ve come. Continue reading
The cake arrived at 9 a.m. Two tiers of Gotham City and Metropolis fondant bat-signaling that Search and Destroyâ€™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 wasnâ€™t even mid-morning. The party wasnâ€™t until 3:30. Continue reading
Today I am 33. (Itâ€™s still early-30s, so weâ€™re keeping it real with the years.)
Jonâ€™s been there almost a year already.Â Search and Destroy are both 3.
Time really is ethereal â€“ something simply in the eye of the beholder. When we began our journey, three months took a lifetime; it seems surreal that itâ€™s now been three years.
Three years ago doctors talked to me in hushed tones of couched optimism. I mourned the loss of what should have been instead of celebrating your arrival. But this year I looked forward to Memorial Day. Itâ€™s time to look forward to all of your milestones, instead of back on the ones we missed. Continue reading
Iâ€™m a big fan of birthdays. Itâ€™s a day to celebrate ME; where I feel special. Since the muppets adventurous arrival, theyâ€™ve taken on an even more important meaning. Continue reading
Iâ€™m shocked to admit it, but weâ€™ve made it two years. As I write this, the clock has hit 1:32 p.m. You have been out in this world for two years.
Two at two. Nuts. Continue reading