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…
Category: Christmas Letters
The yearly recap
Merry Christmas – 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…
Christmas 2020
Teaching your children to drive is a unique combination of curiosity, pride and terror.
Christmas 2019
The Meyers. 2019. Why can’t you use your shower?” “I need the space. I worry that I might miss things.” “Miss things?” “Like with shower gel. I may need more coats.” I look at Griffin. Who talks like this? “Hello parental unit.” I guess his brother. “The mother unit is unable to come to the…
Christmas 2018
The Meyers. 2018. “Did he pass out?” We are standing in a circle looking down at Cooper. Who is spread eagled on the ground. Eyes closed. “I don’t think so. He’s moving. <pause> Is he moving?” “Cooper, are you ok?” “Mmmmm. <silence> Nt…ut…iss… mas.. ter.” “What did he say?” “Cooper, what?” “Mmmm.” Groan. “Don’t… put……
Christmas 2016
Texts from the verbally impaired.
Christmas 2015
2015. (Ben-16; Cooper-14; Griffin-11; Christian-7) “Which way do I turn?” “Go to the high school.” “Yeah, but which way?” We are in the driveway. “What do you mean which way? Ben, you have been going back and forth from school twice a day for two years. Are you serious?” “Well. When you put it that…
Christmas 2011
“Dad! I am so excited for my woody!” I snort diet coke through my nose. “Griffin, what are you talking about?” “My Woody! It’s coming in three days!” Polly whispers, “Halloween costume.” Ohhh. Nice segue because this was the year of “the talk”. I knew I might have some work to do when we are…
Christmas 2010
2010. “Griffin, where are your clothes?” “What?” “All you have in here is your Scooby Doo costume.” “Nooo.” “Yes.” “No, there are some socks and my toothbrush.” And… our vacation begins. “So when do people start having boyfriends and girlfriends?” “I don’t know. I guess some people kind of do in my grade.” Really?…
Christmas 2009
I could have sworn there was a time when driving 1300 miles with 4 boys under 10 and a golden retriever seemed like a good idea. It was the certain adventure of it all. We could almost smell Niagara Falls at 1am. Michigan was interesting in a tree sort of way. Ohio is the only…
Christmas 2008
And then there were four. Although I think it is frowned on to write about sex in your Christmas letter, I will say this: all of our children seem to be born 9 months after my birthday. Christian (the now 10 mo old) arrived on Jan 20 to kick off a year of new adventures…
Christmas 2007
I said I thought we should start a family band like the Partridge family. So the next night I come home to find them in the bunkroom giggling hysterically. “What are you doing?” “Practicing for the band,” they squeal between giggles. Cooper – “Dad, Dad, wait, ok, wait, ok listen to this” hysterical laughter “ok, ok, Ben – ha ha ha…
Christmas – 2006
A day in the life….2006 So, as I sit here, Griffin is standing 6 inches from the stereo speakers dancing to the Jackson 5. He has kind of this bouncing move with his knees and at the same time likes to hold his hands behind his back creating a surprisingly good funky chicken. I hope…
Christmas 2005
Merry Christmas!! Chapter 3 (or 7 depending on how you look at it but I digress…) 2005. A lot of change. We are now Pennsylvanians. Quakers. “Friends”. Not quite Amish. We have been introduced to the only formal “fight song” of the NFL and many people who paint themselves green on fall Sundays. Deer are as…
10 pennies and a duck 