Your Kids Smell Like Gummy Bears

Over the past few months I’ve found myself reading biographies on people that lived well before modern times. One of the things that struck me as particularly interesting was the way writers went about gathering information on their subjects. There were no TV interviews to watch, no documents left behind on the internet, and no living relatives to interview. The best way to learn about the subjects was through the letters they left behind.

Because fame is right around the corner for me and biographies on my life will be in great demand 100 years from now, I thought that leaving behind a trail of letters (digital though they may be) sounded like a great idea. In my opinion, letters are the most illuminating form of communication we have and the idea of experimenting with that was too intriguing to pass over. My younger sister, Lauren, will be participating in an ongoing letter share with me. Where it goes and what we learn about one another I have no idea. Follow along and find out with us.




Tis I, Sir Vato. Do you remember that McDonald’s commercial? If you don’t, here you go. Me and Matt used to say that part to each other at least 9 times a day for probably 3 years. I actually don’t know what he’s saying though. Sir whato? I couldn’t make it out back then and I still can’t now. I have faint memories of Matt yelling at me because I could never pronounce it correctly.

On the parenting tip from your last letter I’d just like to say that you and Jonathan do a most excellent job with your children. They’re smart, they listen (probably way better when I’m not around), and they’ll do anything to make other people laugh. Plus they always have gummy bears and that’s one of the few food things from childhood I still love. I’m pretty sure Nolan puts them in his mouth to create sugar glue to help with storage in his clothes. That was hilarious when you brushed off his shirt the last time you visited and all of the gummy bears shot off of him. It made Beano happy too.

I’m not all that afraid to be a parent based solely on the parenting aspect. I know I’ll be a good Dad. We had good role models and if I follow their footsteps I should be in good shape. I’m mostly afraid I’ll forget about myself and Deana. When I’m with your kids they get pretty much 90% of my attention at all times. We have fun, laugh a lot, say poop as many times as humanly possible, and generally have a non-stop good time. After about two days of that, though, I’m mentally exhausted and need to recharge for a couple of months. I’m not going to get that recharge time after I have creatures of my own and I’m not sure how that will work out. I guess Deana and I will just figure out how to team up on the situation and give each other breaks but still make time for each other. But it’s like I always say,  everyone else does it and the majority of those people are really stupid. I should be good.

Are your kids asking much about Jonathan deploying yet? I think with Jonathan headed off this is maybe the first time I’ve really given decent thought to what soldiers have to give up. Not that I didn’t already know they leave family behind, but it was more like “Oh, this fictitious person that represents every solider in my brain sometimes has to leave for military duties. That must be hard”. I can feel it a little more now that it’s right in front of my face. You can never get time back with your family and with them being at ages where so much can change in a very short time span it really puts things in a different perspective for me. You guys are both stronger than I would be if I had to go through something similar. You know Deana and I will try to help you as much as we can while he’s away. I mean it. I’m always willing to send you a text within 15-30 minutes of receiving one to let you know I care.  But nothing more than that. I’m a busy guy and I’ll probably need to rewatch the new Star wars fairly often. Seriously, you know we’ll come around when we can and give you a break.

Anyway, looking forward to seeing you guys tomorrow.

Douglas of House Smiley, the First of Her Name, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, called Douglas Stormborn, the Unburnt, Mother of Dragons.

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