What's your name again?

Listen very closely to me singing (I'm the one singing in a high pitch like a woman) and keep in mind it's Nathan's birthday. I obviously don't know my children's names as well as I should. But the fact that we are a harmonious family cannot be disputed. Move over, Osmonds!

Sorry Nathan. His wish was to always be five, and to never turn into a grown up. I think deep down he wished his dad would remember his name and that his mom would try out for the cheerleading squad - what's up with the "Go Nathan, Go Nathan, Yeah!" stuff?

The world's best husband

This post is primarily to show my brother-in-law Tom why my wife (his wife's sister) thinks I'm the perfect husband. My wife went out visit teaching tonight. I was left with the chillin's. I hurried to put them to bed so I could watch TV. As I changed the channels, I noticed that PBS was playing the Jane Austen film Persuasion. The third sister in the family had gotten Jenny a Jane Austen book (it's so big I think we could use it as a coffee table), and I knew Jenny would like to watch the program. So I (reluctantly) put in a tape and hit RECORD. This prevented me from watching anything else. And that's why I'm the world's best husband.

And Tom, I'll take the little tab thingy off the tape so we can't record over it. That way, next time we're together you can watch it, er, I mean ask Emily if it's something she wants to watch while you're out huntin' muskrats in your socks.

UPDATE: so Jenny got home, and I was so excited to see her reaction. This was it: "oh, I can get those on DVD at the library." I think in her heart, though, she is still excited at the thought of Tom maybe watching it someday.