So for 25 years, Polly and I have been sending out a family Christmas letter. Some of you have been reading since Ben was in diapers. Some of you joined somewhere around the flying squirrel incident. Some of you are still not sure how you got on this august list. Well, those letters — plus…
The Meyers | 2025
By the time you’re the fourth child, like me, in a family of four boys, you start to understand your role in the broader ecosystem. I found a note in our family blog from 2012 called “the Meyer Theorem of Birth Order” which my Dad reflected like this: First Child Literally the “FIRST CHILD”. Of…
The Meyers | 2024
Once upon a time, there were four sons. There was one son who was responsible, followed the rules, made insightful comments and did the crossword puzzle on weekend mornings. There was one son who was gregarious and generous, loved clothes and had a limit for how many selfies he would take with his family. The…
The Meyers | 2023
The Meyers | 2023 “It’s definitely going to work.” We are looking at our 14 year old Suburban which is not going to pass inspection with rusted holes in the sides. “See, we just squirt the gap filler in and then paint over it.” “Dad, that gap filler is like putting the car back together…
The Meyers | 2022
The Meyers. 2022. And then there was one. It’s hard to call Christian “Little Christian” anymore because he is taller than I am. And he is in that phase of teenage-hood where boys speak in a weird mix of grunts and words that I have to look up in the urban dictionary. He just looked…
The Meyers | 2021
COVID year 2 has mostly been more normal than year 1. I wish I could get videos into this letter (a lot of the year was on Zoom) but I can find text messages! Which became our connective tissue even more than it was before. Thusly, welcome to a glimpse of 2021 via the Meyer…
Texts
Interchange tonight between Ben and Griffin.
The Meyers | 2020
Teaching your children to drive is a unique combination of curiosity, pride and terror.
Coronavirus Diaries: Day 15
Sometimes they seem smart. And sometimes…
Coronavirus Diaries: Day 12
Found Ben’s 9th grade poetry homework. It’s all starting to make sense.
Coronavirus Diaries: Day 8
Dinner.
Coronavirus Diaries: Day 4
The boys. Today. With nothing to do. Maybe they are adopted.
Coronavirus Diaries: Day 3
Polly is supposed to be on a virtual book club. Apparently hasn’t read the book. So Griffin is following her around the kitchen reciting the spark notes. Somehow this doesn’t strike me as quite the literary magic that was intended – especially since Griffin keeps inserting his own commentary. Like “I don’t understand why she…
10 pennies and a duck 