Dad Entry #115

Christmas is here! Almost. The trees are up, lights are out, carols are looping. Catalogs are being combed, lists drafted (and then redrafted, appended, expanded, rebroadcasted). Actually, the kids haven't been too frenzied about it. Michael basically asked for... books. Only books. We had to prod him to include toys. We were like, "Dude, you're eight. And it's Christmas." Thankfully - or we would've felt like austere or puritanical parents - Meggie wants a million things. Although, that's not true either; she's not exactly ravenous. She's been more chirpy with gift ideas, though, which has Sara and I back to thinking we're normal, slouchy parents. Thank God. Megan's even had a few bouts of mind-changing and indecision, which has frustrated some attempts to buy for her. Legos or dolls, dolls or Legos? Just pick one! Santa needs to know! Megan's fondness for Legos is cute; it hearkens back to her toddler days of doing big-pieced wooden puzzles. She likes to piece things together. And Christmas isn't complete without Nicolas (our 'Elf on the Shelf'). He's confounding Megan again this year (or terrifying her, we're not sure which). Meggie's amazed by his nightly relocation, but also a bit creeped out. I don't blame her. Pretty sure there are horror movies with 'Elf on the Shelf' characters in them. As for Michael, well, he still accepts Nicolas and Santa with the kind of positive aplomb he accepts most things.

Michael's playing bball again. Good man. He's big. We just gotta work on those hands.

We went to 'Go Roma' for dinner a few nights ago. It's one of Meggie's fave restaurants. I ordered the tilapia. Meg looked at it and said, "Is that fish?" I nodded. She said, "I'm gonna pray for that fish tonight, Dad. That fish is an animal, it's not nice to eat it." For real? Where did Megan hear that? Oprah? Ellen? Who knows.

Speaking of food, I noticed, recently, a disturbing deformity plaguing every single item on a kitchen cabinet shelf. Cereal, granola bars, fruit roll-ups, crackers... all the same. I'm still investigating, but would hazard the following: my kids are really bad at opening new food boxes. I mean in a manner that renders them not ripped and destroyed. Lid flaps beware; you will be shredded. And that stupid, little, paper-thin tab that's supposed to be a latch? Ha, torn off and discarded already.

I took the kids to the Secret Shop at Sanborn. Their grade school hosts a holiday pancake breakfast along with a sort of impromptu venue for gift shopping, a portable market with themed tables full of assorted trinkets and gadgets (mostly inexpensive, ugly things... just kidding). There are tables with knick-knacky toys, sport paraphernalia, jewelry, stuff for pets, and so on. The kids can pick presents for loved ones. And it's all them; they browse and decide on their own. The results are often entertaining. You guys all got fabulous gifts. Oh yes! You better wear and display and use them with pride!