Feliz Navidad

She won't like this, but I will.

Opening presents.

I think she's pretty.

Puzzles.

Watching Planet Earth and fucking around.

I was sitting in the swivel chair at Grandma's house finishing some peppermint tea after eating the Christmas dinner. I watched Gavin play around, making his fort on the sofa, then moving over to sit on the ottoman for the glider rocker and watch the DVD. He gets bored and starts falling off of the ottoman, which turns into jumping off it. He jumps, is parallel to the ground and extends his arm. I hear the brisk snap and watch his right arm crumple at an odd angle, then his body hits the floor. He realizes something is wrong at about the same time I do.

"HE BROKE HIS FUCKING ARM!" I scream, over Gavin's cries and in front of all of Felicia's family. I get up to run get a towel so we can make a simple splint.

"CALL 911!" Felicia yells.

I stop going for the towel and get my phone as Felicia and others try to console him make him immobile. "Keep him from fucking moving!" I walk out on the porch in my socks and make the call. The 911 people are worse than useless, so we decided to take him to the ER. Then it's speeding to the hospital with him in the back, Felicia cradling his disformed arm, trying to calm myself and him, telling him it will be okay.

Waiting to get this shit set.

He's a trooper.

I don't know who the fuck reads this shit, but if you've got kids, and they've been fucked up, then you know what it's like to hold your child while he screams and you try to console him and tell him that the doctor who just wrenched his arm back into the proper position is actually helping him. Their eyes well with tears and their little voices squeal as they undergo what feels like grievous, life altering injury. Felicia left before we did this. My mind keeps playing the whole thing on a fucking loop.

I'm proud of him. He certainly earned it.

In This Moment I Am Happy

Someone's happy about all the holiday shit.

With care

Naked but Oblivious

Excitement

Double Excitement

Attention

Oooooooohhhhhhhh!!!!

Planets and Lightning McQueen

That's my shit!

Back the fuck up off me.

Santa and Mrs. Claus

Allahu Akbar, Bismallah ar-Rahman ar-Raheem

Recycle that shit.

I have spoiled ass children. We had Christmas one day early for the turds. I should say that we are more like Jews because we have about a week of gift giving and shit, but we have none of the meaning with it.

We have spent too much money on consumerism this holiday season, like we always do, and, I remember something my mother told me once when I was being an ungrateful fucking ass. She told me a story about how she had grown up really poor and that all the shit we were fretting about was meaningless because when she was a kid, she was thankful if she got some fruit wrapped up in a goddamn paper bag for Christmas. The implied lesson was that if poor people can be happy with fruit, then your ass better be thankful for the goddamn Nintendo game that was under the tree.

My parents, who have been dead these past seven? and six? years may not have known and certainly would not have accepted the fact that they were Bodhisattvas. Both of them suffered and, while both (especially my mother) were pretty dogmatic with respect to Christianity, they understood suffering and wanted us (their children) to be free from suffering. As such, they gave all of us, me in particular, some good teachings as to how to overcome suffering.

You all should google Thich Nhat Hahn, and pay special attention to his you tube shit. He will help you alleviate your suffering.

Solstice!

Gavin and Dominic sledding.

The monster slope

I'm about to tame this beast.

Not so much.

I think I might have a new favorite hobby. I went skiing once before in Utah about 10 years ago now and I thought it was pretty dope. So, like I said before, I recently got some skis and today I actually got to try them out in the snow. We went up to Hatcher's Pass to this spot where Felicia's friend Hailee takes her kids sledding and I attempted to learn to ski. It ruled.

Then we went to Hailee's house for soup, sandwiches, and hot chocolate. Then we drove to Anchorage to get some stuff and came back and had sushi at the Japanese restaurant next to the in-laws house. Then post dinner beers to celebrate the solstice.

Bonus points, I kicked in the bedroom door to my mother-in-laws bedroom today because Kiernan locked himself in there.

Pre-Solstice

He's happy.

Taken at approximately 4:10 PM in Eagle River, AK.

Turds.

Curbside service

It is difficult to be alive.

TITLES!!

This is my serious face.

Gavin's new kitty

Meta-pictures

We need some new bookshelves.

Chalky loves to ski!

Our first chile

Already searching for pr0nz

Got cookies, will decorate.

Bodhidharma would approve.

Clean as you go.

Drink as you go.

Ace of Cakes betta watch tha fuck out.

Word.

I get bored.

Here are a bunch of fucking pictures for you all. This morning, Gavin woke up pretty early and got my camera and started taking pictures of his own accord. I think that this is pretty fucking awesome. I mean, only about two years ago he was shitting his pants and now he can operate a device which would have baffled my parents.

Then, you have the pictures that I intended to take. You can see me, being totally white, on my skis that I just bought today with Gavin and his skis that we got yesterday or so. He is rarin' to go and keeps asking us when we will take him. Felicia, being the totally dope wife that she is, located a set of skis, boots, and poles for 100 bucks on craigslist from some nice Indian dude who was moving to Canada and needed to unload his skis. I got them this afternoon. Felicia rules.

Also, thanks to my real life bro Francis for send the kids their Christmas loot in the mail. They got nerf guns, a laptop, and a noisemaking book. Pretty cool shit. Gavin and I ambushed Felicia today while she was changing Kiernan's stank ass. There were no survivors.

Then, tonight, Felicia mixed up some cookies for me and the boys to bake and then decorate. We hooked it up. Sick.