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               2:01 PM, Friday,
               December 25th, 2015: It's Christmas!
               Which means it's Cam's birthday and he gets fuck-all
               except a cake and this song:  Ha... Now, lest you
               think we're mean, we just decided to write it in
               stone: Cam's birthday is June 25th. We party on that
               day, give gifts that day - it's his big .5! It's the
               only way to be remotely fair and I'm honestly curious
               if we can pull it off. It's akin to peeling your own
               skin off for many family members to NOT give him a
               birthday gift on December 25th, but we're begging you
               to wait. He deserves one big crazy-ass day with a
               party and gifts and fun. Scheduling that around this
               time is impossible so just DROP IT. LOL. Forget
               it ever happened.  JUNE 25TH!
               It's June 25th... ...that being
               said, it was indeed Christmas and the very first
               Christmas where the kids "got it". Vienna was counting
               down days and Cameron absolutely knows what opening
               presents means as you could tell from the video. So it
               was the first stroke of magic that will get more
               golden as the years pass... ...then stop being
               golden as the years pass. Man, raising kids is a very
               strange rhythm... the second you're in the moment,
               shit has passed and the second you look forward you
               aren't in the moment. Thankfully, I'm a master
               documentarian when it comes to these life events and I
               can't tell you how visceral the feeling is sitting and
               watching all the videos from a random month on a 10
               foot HD screen late at night. Talya and I are THERE.
               Like, enough there where we go: "Whew... glad she
               ain't 6 months old." Sure, that sentiment will change,
               but at least the footage is there and organized to
               jump in immediately whenever. Love, love, love The
               Journey. As you saw from
               the video, Cam is a boy is a boy is a boy. I believe
               I've ranted about this before, but man that shit is
               out of your hands. I mean, doesn't matter what
               you say, do, try and counter-balance. I can't get a
               pink item out of Vienna's hands into Cam's hands to
               save her life. Vienna loves building with legos...
               they just have to be pink or purple pieces. Cam wants
               to throw, kick, jump, climb... ad infinitum. It wasn't
               like I selected the boy things for his year-end
               montage, that's all he does... ...that being
               said? YAY. I love having both. Because I
               do enjoy both girl and boy things and would be
               bummed if I never got to do one or the other. Do
               I prefer boy stuff? Well, it's not so much that as I
               am stunned at how much Cam looks like me and I
               suddenly revert back to being little and having Star
               Wars figures and cars and trains and... BOOM. I want
               that feeling. A lot. When I'm with Vienna I feel
               more like an adult being a role model. It's still fun,
               but it isn't IN YOUR BONES intense the way
               reliving your childhood is. And sometimes, that's a
               bit much and it's nice to have a tea party. So it's
               kind of a perfect balance. But yeah, Cameron at 2 is
               just all out boy. Thankfully they're getting along
               better so they can enjoy each other, but there's going
               to come a time relatively soon where their interests
               will be so different it will be tough
               again. But fuck that
               talk, we're here now. ;-) Merry Birthday,
               Happy Christmas, Adam |