Monday, April 25, 2011

Happy Birthday to my wonderful wife.

From our trip to Washington, D.C.
To my wife,

Like many people you have reached that point where it just your birthday the actual age is stricken from the record. At least you can always point to me as being the older one in our blissful union. Although it's only a little over a year I can readily pitch in on any eighties pop culture references that you may feel are before your time. Many posts have been dedicated to you waxing poetic about my appreciation, and love for you.

 I wanted to keep this post nice and light. I wouldn't want you to possibly shed a tear on your way home on the train. Because it might invite a unwanted conversation from a neighboring talk stalking passenger. So, your welcome. It may not feel like your birthday because you had to wake up under the cover of darkness on a Monday to head out to work.  The sliver lining to this Monday is that when we pick you up from the train station you'll have a pair of smiles and a lot of love waiting for you. Also, waiting for you will be a warm meal, a glass of wine and a special card from your daughter. Which she has been working on all day while sporting her Nationals baseball cap from our recent trip to D.C. and rocking out to the "Warblers". 

All the best on your birthday and all of my love.

Edgar

Friday, April 1, 2011

Ascot included.


Daphne and Velma sharing a slow dance with Superman and Batman. Freddy suffering from a bout of jealousy. It could be a direct to DVD crossover release. But, it's likely a production put on by Elle. Some where along the line we made a jump from Sesame Street and Yo Gabba Gabba to Superfriends and Scooby-Doo.

I can't pinpoint when the transition from age specific shows to where we are now happened. I do remember Elle's statement pretty clearly. "Dad, I think these shows are for younger kids and there not that interesting anymore. I know all the things they are teaching and singing about. Plus, I can't stand commercials." I was glad to get a break from some of her kids shows, too. Thankfully Elle never got on board the Dora express. I remember with one Tivo misstep that Dora did get recorded in place of Yo Gabba Gabba. Elle seemed to test out of their demo. That became evident when she said, "Why does Dora stop talking and just stare. It's kind of creppy". That was a welcome statement. I could keep my unwritten ban on all things Dora and Diego in tact.

Doing some parental scouting of current cartoons I quickly realized most of them are pretty awful. Having access to instant streaming video I sought out the cartoons of my childhood. The test cases would be Inspector Gadget, Smurfs, Superfriends and Scooby-Doo. As you'll see from the pictures below the misadventures of Scooby and the rest of Mystery, Inc. struck a chord with Elle. She will often ask for me to tell a Scooby-Doo story and she will readily fill in the ending catch phrase, "I would of gotten away with it if it weren't for you meddling kids and your pesky dog".

From super-hero's, comic books and now Scooby-Doo I have passed a bit of what I know from childhood to Elle. Now Elle's mother might not be a big fan of some of the influences that I've passed on. Especially at bedtime when she's reading a Scooby comic out loud (she only has one volume when reading to herself which is loud) and you hear, "You can't be a part of the team without an ascot". But, there is no denying the great joy and laughs that comes to us in watching her imagination at play.

Freddy seems to get trapped a lot.
A photo-bomb courtesy of Shaggy.
After a good mystery a group sing along is in order.
The gang is taking in a movie.
Superman and Batman were unavailable. They were cleaning up for dinner.