Random thoughts on a Monday night...
MERRY BIRTHDAY HAPPY CHRISTMAS!
Every holiday season, I struggle a bit over how to explain Christmas to the Peanut.
Generally speaking, I am wholly unqualified to have this conversation with my daughter. Being somewhat immature and fairly agnostic, I often celebrate Christmas by singing "Happy birthday, Baby Jesus!" all day long and toasting God's only son with a glass of single-malt scotch while acting surprised when opening presents that I've bought for myself.
Ideally, I'd like to deemphasize both the commercial and religious aspects of Christmas. Although I struggle with my own faith, I think it's semi-important to try and frame Christmas in terms of the Nativity and the day that Jesus was born. However, at the age of seven, the only Jesus whom the Peanut knows is the parking garage attendant down the block. Things could get a little confusing. I really need to start taking her to church one of these days.
At the same time, I'd also like to forgo too many discussions about Santa. The Peanut is only seven years old and I'm quite sure that she does not yet need to be concerned about omnipotent mythical father figures making value judgments about her behavior. On the flip side? Pretending to call Santa on my cell phone has stopped many a tantrum in mid-stride.
So to sum up: no religion, light on Santa. What's left?
Essentially, I'd like to convey to her that the true spirit of Christmas is love, peace, and good will towards men. I'd like to explain to her that Christmas is a time of celebrating life with one's friends and family.
And naturally, I have no desire to withold from her all the fun festivities associated with the holiday season: Christmas trees, stockings on the mantel, egg nogg, chocolate Advent calendars, and Santa's cookie plate. Plus, I'll be the first to admit it; I fucking love Christmas music. Little Drummer Boy? I listen to that shit all year round.
It's a fine line, isn't it?
I'm thinking of doing a demonstration with some sock puppets. Or maybe I can find an "Elmo Loves Christmas" DVD. I hate that little red furry bastard but he's been helpful in the past (see "Toilet Training: 2004.") Or maybe there's something on youtube?
Anyone got any good ideas? Help a brother out.
MEANINGLESS CONFESSIONS
1. Between Michael Pollan and the plethora of food documentaries to which I've become addicted, I can no longer put anything in my mouth unless I know its provenance. Sometimes I open my mouth and I'm shocked to hear myself speak: Are these free-range chickens? Is the fish wild or farm-raised? Are these avocados organic? Is there any gluten in the kale salad? Somewhere in the heavens, my tough-as-nails Korean ancestors are sighing heavily.
2. I have tried to like Kings of Leon many times and have failed. I'm now giving up.
3. Am I the only one who is genuinely surprised to discover that I wasn't the lucky person to win the previous night's lottery?
4. I just bought a crockpot.
LITERARY
1. Thus far, Jeffrey Eugenides' "The Marriage Plot" wins my vote for best book of the year. The “marriage plot” referred to in the title is a term literary theorists use to label novels of courtship; think Jane Austen, Eliot and Anthony Trollope. The protagonist, Madeline Hanna, is writing her college thesis on the subject. Not coincidentally, at the end of the day, this novel is really nothing more than an elegantly-written, old-fashioned story centered around Madeline and her two suitors. They simply don't write books like this anymore. What makes it such an exceptional novel is that Eugenides is a superbly gifted storyteller who writes as if he has nothing to prove and by doing so, shows that he may be the great American writer many have suspected him of being.
2. Overhyped Book of the Year: "The Art of Fielding" by Chad Harbach. All the critics seemed to love this debut novel by one of literary mag N + 1's co-founders and I eagerly awaited its arrival on my doorstep. While brilliant at times, it ultimately disappointed. Was it the underdevelopment of the main characters? Was it the sophomoric portrayal of human relationships? Was it the lack of humor pervading story? I'm not quite sure. Nor do I really care.
3. I have just started Haruki Murakami's "1Q84," his 928-page surreallist novel tackling the themes of murder, history, cult religion, violence, family ties and love. While I am a huge Murakami fan, this one doesn't strike me as a breezy page turner.
4. I'm also reading Spalding Grey's memoirs. Incredibly written but can only be read in short doses. Since we all know how the story ends (suicide,) it's a bit like having lunch with Sylvia Plath every day.
GOOGLE IS MY SANTA CLAUS
Lest one think from my earlier musings that I am some sort of Scrooge or a grinch, I respectfully disagree.
As far as the Peanut is concerned, there really is a Santa Claus and he is solely responsible for all those magical presents that miraculously appear underneath the tree on Christmas morning. I cherish every single moment with my daughter but there are few things that make me as happy as seeing her beautiful face light up with glee when she wakes up on Christmas morning and runs to the tree to see what Santa has brought her.
Every year, I have the Peanut write a letter to Santa explaining why she's been a good kid and what she would like for Christmas.
This year, her list includes a karaoke machine, Paper Jamz, Zoobles, Polly Pocket, Arthur Christmas, Air Swimmers, Sing-A-Ma-Jigs, and a Doggie Doo.
Aside from the karaoke machine, I literally have no fucking idea what the hell she is talking about. It's like she's speaking a foriegn language. Suddenly I'm having flashbacks to being a little kid and seeing the blank expressions on my immigrant parents' faces when I endlessely blathered on about Coleco game machines, Brite-Lites, Masters of the Universe action figures, Gobots, and a Rubik's Cube. How could they not know about these things?
Sigh...
Part of me wants to pay it forward by just getting her a full set of Encyclopedia Britannica, a $20 bill, and a new Mighty-Mac jacket.
On the flip side, my daughter has me wrapped me around her little finger so my Amazon shopping cart is already locked and loaded.
Yes, Peanut.
There really is a Santa Claus.
And when my son was little he only wanted to be sure Santa would come no where near our house. No stranger coming down the non-existent chimney. No siree. So I told him that Santa only goes to the houses with the lights (we're Jewish, the lights are on the inside). I'm not sure how that would work if we lived in NY. Anyway, times change. My kid is now almost 20 and anyone who wants to come here and leave him gifts (with gift receipts) is more than welcome. He'll text you the address. He'll turn on all the lights, no problem at all. After all, I still pay the electric bill.
A happy, festive season of joy to you and yours, Pierre.
Posted by: amy sue nathan | December 05, 2011 at 10:05 PM
This is why I love you.
Posted by: Sara C. | December 05, 2011 at 10:06 PM
I don't know why that comment about Sylvia Plath was so funny. It's hard to find people who make good lit nerdy lit jokes.
I'll have to read "The Marriage Plot" - it sounds good. I'm done with pretentious novels that lack compelling characters, at least until another one is assigned in my classes, boo.
I hope you and Peanut's holiday season is full of all those good things - peace, love, joy, good will, and a large dose of butter and sugar. :)
Posted by: Nina | December 05, 2011 at 10:10 PM
Thought you might enjoy this rendition of Little Drummer Boy, performed (all the instruments), shot and edited by a high-school kid in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. It's pretty cool. (Though he apparently did it as a tribute to Jesus, whereas I, as a mostly-agnostic like you, just sort of think this kid is pretty talented.)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IrNcD34KFhM
Posted by: Alison M. | December 05, 2011 at 10:14 PM
Perfect post all around. :) I look forward to building/maintaining the legend of Santa for Coraline when she's older. At 14 months old, she's just going to know him as the creepy man at the mall Mommy made her take her picture with.
Thanks for the literary recs/warnings. I've been eyeing The Marriage Plot and will now have to pick it up. Merry Christmas!
Posted by: Pattie | December 05, 2011 at 10:20 PM
I also enjoyed Eugenides' "The Marriage Plot" and hated Harbach's "The Art of Fielding" by Chad Harbach. So glad to hear that I wasn't the only one.
P.S. My kid's teacher was in the news this week about telling kids there was no Santa. I wanted to wring her neck!
Posted by: Liza | December 05, 2011 at 11:13 PM
I can't believe I never thought of asking this before. But I'm not sure how things work with Peanut, but...
Does Peanut read your blog?
And if the question is 'No she doesn't.'
Then I have a follow up question.
When Peanut does grow up, I'm pretty sure either way this site will land in her lap, what do you think she'll think of it?
I for one, think if I found out my dad had a blog like this, I'd be psyched. Especially because of posts like this.
Posted by: Adrian | December 05, 2011 at 11:52 PM
Hubs and I are in the same boat. We're not even remotely religious but we love Christmas and are concerned about the materialistic aspects of it. But in the end, we love the pomp and circumstance. Long live Santa!
Posted by: Kylie | December 06, 2011 at 12:29 AM
My kids believe in Santa, and that they can turn the Christmas lights on and off with magic (a.k.a. the remote control in my pocket) ... and now we've upped the ante by adding the Elf on the Shelf to this annual clusterfuck. I am complicit in so many holiday lies at this point that I can hardly keep track of them all.
Happy Merry to you.
Posted by: Daddy Scratches | December 06, 2011 at 09:03 AM
It's random posts like this that make you my favorite writer. How's that book coming along?
Posted by: Sabrina G. | December 06, 2011 at 10:10 AM
Calling Santa on the cell phone = brilliant. I'm filing that away for future reference.
Please consider writing a parenting book. Seriously. Yours would be the one I'd actually consider worth buying.
Posted by: Sid | December 06, 2011 at 10:22 AM
I mostly take on Jesus as a historical figure who had things to teach the world about loving and acceptance, so we celebrate those things on his birthday.
Santa? Well, my family didn't do Santa, so I'm really bad at Santa, but essentially, he does stockings. I'll be relieved when they don't believe any more and I can stop trying to remember what was in stockings and what "I" bought.
Posted by: kittenpie | December 06, 2011 at 11:01 AM
Since I have only a nearly 9 YO son and a 2 YO daughter your daughter's Christmas list was similarly confusing to me. However, my son's doesn't seem to be much clearer with various Pokemon sets, Lego crap, and video games and/or systems. No wonder I cut pictures of the things I wanted out of the paper and tacked them to the refrigerator when I was a kid.
Would like to tackle IQ84, but I work full time and have two kids, and it doesn't seem like that's going to work out for awhile. It goes on my ever increasing list of books to read when I have the time to read for more than 15 minutes at a stretch.
Posted by: Maggie | December 06, 2011 at 11:03 AM
My wife has all the Pollan books (she was a paleoethnobotanist before I filled her uterus with babies), and we've seen a few of the films that have featured his work. The horror tends to last a few months, and then I'm back to ordering wings or BBQ ribs.
I was ambivalent about whether to let our children believe in Santa--we had neighbors across the street who have not introduced the figure to their 2 kids--but my bride did it before I made a decision, and now they believe. I suppose it's harmless to believe in something great that doesn't really exist. Like the U.S. Dollar!
Posted by: the muskrat | December 06, 2011 at 11:46 AM
My wife is the healthiest and cleanest eater I've ever known. She'll drive 10 miles out of her way to buy an organic apple (ignoring the fact that she used up precious fuel to get there but that's a separate conversation.)
Me, I practically eat out of a dumpster. I like my food processed and filled with tasty chemicals. Arranging meals for our kids is a comedy of contrasts. They never know whether they're going to get vegan mac and cheese or a Domino's pepperoni pizza. Keeps them on their toes.
We have three kids. All of them believe in Santa but have no idea who Jesus is. Parent fail!
Posted by: Nick | December 06, 2011 at 12:21 PM
Just learned about your blog and have spent the past two days reading all your archives. I love it. This is my new favorite site and I don't even have kids or anything. I just like your style of writing. Funny, kind, thought-provoking, and interesting. Keep it up!
Posted by: Jalene | December 06, 2011 at 01:54 PM
egg nogg. love it.
we love your blogg.
Posted by: mrslongstocking | December 06, 2011 at 02:06 PM
Just wanted to point you towards this site, which has some interesting discussions by agnostic parents on dealing with religious holidays:
http://parentingbeyondbelief.com/parents/
Your blog is the best. It always makes me laugh out loud. AND I never find grammar mistakes on it, try as I might.
Thanks.
Posted by: Kim | December 06, 2011 at 06:02 PM
Oh man, I love me some crock pot dinner. Want my recipe for Taco Meatloaf? You started it.
Posted by: JMom | December 06, 2011 at 07:26 PM
On the true spirit of Christmas, I can only say "A Christmas Carol" - repeated viewings (Albert Finney? Check. Alastair Sim? Check. Muppets? Check. Barbie? Sadly, check.) have led to my daughter's newest career goal: run an orphanage and take the orphans on field trips every day.
Please note how lucky you are that she is not asking for Dr. Zombie's Brain Barf Lab.
Posted by: Merie | December 06, 2011 at 08:50 PM
thanks for posting more again!
My parents got a doggy doo last christmas, though I think the game's German name is much funnier! It's called "Kackel Dackel" over here. A "Dackel" is a dachshund, and "Kack" is lingo for "shit".
As this is the only thing this dachshund does, the name is quite appropriate. And the game quite funny
Posted by: lisa | December 07, 2011 at 01:59 AM
So happy to check my google reader and see that you've written something new. It always makes my day!
Posted by: Nora | December 07, 2011 at 10:50 AM
Thoughts regarding your confessions:
1. If you have the chance to see Pollan speak, take it. I found him to be a much better speaker than writer. He is incredibly engaging.
2. I'm not sure why you bothered to try this. Just saying.
3. You are not alone in this. Every week I know I am going to win. I even slack off at work a little. The day after is horribly sad.
4. Careful here. I just started using crock pots 2 months ago, and now I have four. Now I freeze healthy soups I make all on one day in my four crock pots to maximize efficiency.
Let peanut have Santa. Before you know it, you turn into a 31 year old female architect with four crockpots, lottery disappontments, quinoa, and musical cynicism.
Posted by: Kim | December 07, 2011 at 03:23 PM
Santa is cool. The day my boys stopped believing, I was nearly hysterical. I wanted them to grow up about it, at the same time keeping that little magic and pretend world.
Sweet post. Amazon rocks.
Posted by: Linda Vermeulen | December 07, 2011 at 07:36 PM
What is the difference between a crock pot and just using a large pot and letting stew/food simmer in it over a low flame? I am fairly new to parenting (and work full-time) and it seems like everyone's #1 advice is to get a crock pot. I think there's a crock pot cult out there somewhere.
Posted by: jj | December 08, 2011 at 02:17 PM
Karaoke machine? At least you know she's Korean :)
Posted by: catty | December 08, 2011 at 09:58 PM
your posts keep me from taking Zoloft pills i stole from my friend. thanks. truly. will share more one day.
Posted by: moominmama01 | December 09, 2011 at 10:12 AM
I'll have to shoot you my down-home pulled pork recipe that you can make in your crockpot. Mouthwatering delicious. Maybe you can make it with a kale salad.
Posted by: Craig | December 09, 2011 at 11:51 AM
You are such a wonderful father. Peanut is a very lucky girl!
Posted by: Bonnie | December 11, 2011 at 02:52 AM
John Denver and the Muppets!
The eggs should be pasture-raised. Free range is an industry term for giving the chickens an opening to the outside but cooped chickens rarely take the opportunity to go out. Pasture-raised, on the other hand, means they put outside everyday on grass lands where they can eat grub as well as feed.
And avocados are on the clean 15 list, meaning that it's not necessary to get organic ones, like with apples or strawberries....
just sayin!
Oh and don't let Santa have all the credit! The Peanut should know you get her some goods too!
Posted by: brownaround | December 11, 2011 at 08:52 PM
And I like my pressure cooker way better than my crock pot! But I am into quick cooking, not slow! Pressure Cooker + vegie broth and dried beans + four minutes = best.beans.ever!!
Posted by: brownaround | December 11, 2011 at 08:54 PM
My solution to the Christmas problem is Dickens. There's a Christmas Carol version for every possible age, and it grows with you as you grow.
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“But you were always a good man of business, Jacob,” faltered Scrooge, who now began to apply this to himself.
“Business!” cried the Ghost, wringing its hands again. “Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence, were, all, my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!”
–Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol, st 1 (1843)
Posted by: Megan | December 12, 2011 at 02:36 PM
I couldn't agree more with you about Kings of Leon. Something about their grungy, sex-soaked songs that seem to grate on me.
Posted by: Sandra Lee | December 13, 2011 at 10:12 AM
My oldest was 12 last year when he started doubting the existence of santa. I didn't want him ruining for his younger siblings so I told him that kids that believe in santa get gifts from santa. Kids that don't get nothing. Whether he truly still believes in santa or not, he's smart enough to keep his mouth shut and just pretend, just to get that extra gift.
Posted by: carol | December 13, 2011 at 04:23 PM
Your random thoughts on a Monday night are better than anything I've read in awhile. Please write more!!!
Posted by: Meliss | December 13, 2011 at 07:51 PM
I'm nearing the end of 1Q84. It's a fascinating page turner, but not so breezy.
Posted by: Papa Bradstein | December 15, 2011 at 10:13 AM
merry christmas and a great year ahead to both of you.
iam off to india to be with my wife and kids...learned a lot about something called Wii..it seems to be some sort of video game where you need to move as if you are really playing the game..makes you wonder why cant they just go out and do it in real life...
i have given up trying to make sense of all this..
but do have a great time...i will raise a toast to you and peanut from the beaches of Goa.
Posted by: tys | December 21, 2011 at 05:44 AM
I can feel my brain expanding whenever I read Eugenides, even with a story as "simplistic" as The Marriage Plot. I just got done with Tom Perrotta's The Leftovers. You need to give that one a try.
Posted by: Scott | December 27, 2011 at 02:13 PM
The title of your post is perfect - my peanut was born on Dec. 22 so Christmas for (me, anyway) doesn't start until after we have the big birthday party. Merry birthday indeed. Sadly, I totally understood your daughter's Christmas wishlist. Guess 7 year olds do have a common secret language.
I love your writing style - I can't believe I haven't read your blog before. And you're in NYC on top of that. Awesome.
We'll be visiting Manhattan right after New Years and the kids are pumped. Well, they're not the only ones.
Posted by: Karen MEG | December 27, 2011 at 02:32 PM
Great to read a post from you. It's kind of like catching up with one of those friends that you don't hear much from but when you do, it's like you've been in constant contact. I've always thought you'd make a great friend, but I've come to the conclusion that you would make me feel inadequate - what with the great literary allusions and gustatory sophistication. Probably better to keep you as an ersatz "friend" whose occasional posts really brighten my day and give me a glimmer of male bonding sensation (I work pretty much only with women, since I'm in the field of k-12 education). Tbanks for the post.
Posted by: Dave Thompson | January 20, 2012 at 01:20 PM
It has been a great year for metrodad and I hope there will be more fun discussion in the coming year ahead.
Posted by: Sebastian | January 22, 2012 at 06:20 AM
Where are ya'tt?? I miss my musings from MetroDad! Ever consider posting a 26-50 list of advice for the peanut?
Posted by: Sarah | January 28, 2012 at 11:33 AM
Great post. Thank for sharing this and congratulations for your blog.
Posted by: prozac birth defects | February 06, 2012 at 11:46 AM
I couldn't agree more with you about Kings of Leon. Something about their grungy, sex-soaked songs that seem to grate on me.
Posted by: Eimantas | February 06, 2012 at 09:04 PM
I know what you are talking about. Our children grew up knowing about all the above. We did have presents, christmas trees and most important of all is the birth of baby "Jesus". When they got older, the knew the truth about what the holiday was about. There is nothing wrong with letting them make up their own minds up about what they felt about the holiday. They will make the right choice in the end. We have to remember that God in in control of everything, not us.
Posted by: Roasting Pan Reviews | June 01, 2012 at 12:13 PM
I wish:1. Lots of Harmony and Peace for me and my family2. Health3. Romance4. Good News all day long5. A fuiflillng job6. That my business progresses constantly7. Piles of Money wisely invested8. A lovely house9. Travelling around the world10. A lovely car
Posted by: Sheila | July 04, 2012 at 01:39 PM
Great photos! I love your hedear! Sorry I am late, but I am making my way through the entire SITSmas list, I want to visit everyone to wish everyone happy holidays! So Merry SITSmas!
Posted by: Shalini | July 04, 2012 at 03:04 PM
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Posted by: Janna | July 04, 2012 at 03:41 PM
The house is absolutely brkaahtteing I like the open spaces and looks as if my husband who is a disabledViet Nam Veteran could very easily get around in his wheel chair or with his artifical legs. The views are wonderful, a place to think and a place to live !! I live in South Carolina with plenty of trees but these views can almost make up for the lack of full trees. Love it, a Dream Home !! Thank you, Estban for allowing us to see where you lived and a place that really speaks of you.
Posted by: Sevdikte | July 04, 2012 at 05:57 PM
Christmas was great! Sebastian really eneoyjd all of the toys that Santa left for him. He called me from his room on Christmas morning and told me that he couldn't come out because Santa wouldn't come if he did. I told him it was ok because Santa had already come while he was sleeping.
Posted by: Taylor | July 04, 2012 at 07:14 PM