Dad Entry #177

I’m happy Christmas is over. I feel a tremor of shame in admitting so, because it was a very wonderful and Christmas-y Christmas – we engaged in marvelous gluttony, and there were snowfalls and tender moments – but I’m kind of happy it’s a warm memory now. We raced to Minnesota ahead of a snowstorm and then I raced to finish shopping and wrapping. As always, there was substantial bustle and expectation. And there was one teeth-gritting moment – when Megan adamantly noticed Ellie had more gifts in our first of many exchanges – which I nipped in the bud with an avalanche of threats. Come to think of it, maybe our gift etiquette prep was too flippant this year; before all the action, I said, “Megan, what do you say if someone gives you a neatly wrapped, if slightly fragrant, box containing a dead rat?” and Megan answered too flatly, “Thank you, I’ve always wanted a dead rat.” Correct, Megan, but we also need enthusiasm, genuineness, and a smile.

The kids received Nooks from Grandma and Papa Mike. They are very nice HD Android tablets, and I’m afraid reading eBooks on them will be something akin to, I don’t know, going the speed limit when you can always go five over, or actually using duct tape on air ducts, or… am I making any sense? I suppose to illustrate my point I’ll note the incredible swiftness with which both kids got Minecraft up and running. (Turn on Nook. Enter Gmail address and log into Google Playstore. Download Minecraft. Launch game and play until brain turns to mush or Dad takes away Nook.) Minecraft is a pretty cool game though, for aspiring designers and architects. And creators. And we are all creators. But despite its brain-development-feel, there is also a sense, or response, like a vein is being tapped. My kids do love books though, and are often caught reading them. In fact, Santa brought them a big pile of books. Used books. Hey, at Michael's consumption rate it seems crazy to buy only new ones; a Barnes & Noble hardcover goes for eighteen bucks and he'll read it in two hours. Am I over-explaining myself and revealing insecurities? Obviously.

So happy 2014 everyone!