Peer Pressure

I've spent a good chunk of the weekend ignoring the chores and tasks that I typically ignore anyway, but instead of finding the normal excuse to leave the pile of dishes sitting in their squalid glory via guitar playing, football, Throwdown, etc., I found myself pouring over the archived contents of my brother's blog. It was an awakening for me, a truly magnificent change of heart that you think you only read about in the standard works or in pop-culture-teen-loving-vampire-soft-core-pornography like Twilight. I found myself at times with my hand to my chest, tears welling up as my eyes fell over the pulchritudinous prose describing what may seem to him and his wife as the monotonous doldrums of daily life with their kids--yet to me... to me it was as if the mellifluous choirs of heaven had given me a personal concert and my ears kissed by the ethereal lips of the highest seraphim. For hours I dug deep into the bowels of this historical work, pondering the infinite wisdom of Reagan's random musings and wishing I had begun such a work myself to capture and canonize my own son's philosophical observations.

Wishing... only wishing.

And that was when the change of heart came. Much as the Grinch, his feet ice cold in the snow, found within himself the strength not only to love those insufferably nauseating Whoo's, but also to save their over-commercialized gluttonous presents from utter destruction--I, too, was able to overcome my aversion to beginning a blog for our family. And here it is, open for public praise and ridicule alike.

You've been asking for it, and now you've got it. I hope you will not be disappointed.