, we were getting changed for the State Fair, and Colin was protesting my choice of a orange pop-stained T-shirt for him. I said, "that's okay, you probably will drink more pop at the fair." And he said, "I'm just going to drink melted butter."
FroFamily, Inc. really didn't have enough to do so we signed up the youngest two members of the family for karate. In a moment of relative spontaneity (or perhaps in a wine-induced haze), Mrs. Dad purchased two packages of karate classes at last fall's Gatewood PTO silent auction. Those trial classes were embraced wholeheartedly by B&C when we finally got around to them this spring, so Mr. Mom and Mrs. Dad pried open the checkbook for 6 months of training from Mr. Marotta (not Miyagi). Now they are all about potential belt promotions (B has already moved up and C is close), knife-hands (don't ask), and step-behind sidekicks (self explanatory).
It is great that B&C can do something together, and they both seem to have a true interest. Not to mention that they both prove that they can listen and follow instructions from an adult (albeit not Mr. Mom) for at least 1 hour twice per week. They are not quite ready to take on Johnny and the gang from Cobra Kai yet, but that's just fine. They will some day. Plus we all know that it is not football players that get the chicks. It is clearly the karate kids. Elisabeth Shue - Ya baby!
But we will likely be watching The Voice, talking about The Voice, or impatiently waiting for the next season of The Voice to start.
FroFamily does not have a lot of family wide-passions. Sure Mr. Mom has fastpitch softball/Chipotle/beer, Mrs. Dad has colon health/shopping for the best deal/Facebook, A has soccer/gymnastics/Star Wars, B has hockey/brother tormenting/recess, and C has whatever anyone else has/wants/likes, but rarely is there something the whole family can get behind. That was until The Voice - Season 3.
This show completely took over our lives this past TV season, and it happened by complete happenstance. Mrs. Dad and A were home on the couch and in Mrs. Dad's infinite wisdom she decided to flip on the TV. Coincidentally it happened to be premier night for The Voice - Season 3. Two minutes later .... ta da .... we are all hooked.
The baffling thing is that the kids do not watch primetime television, and Mr. Mom and Mrs. Dad are not really reality TV people. We gave up on Survivor a few seasons ago, we have never watched a minute of American Idol and still can't figure out what all the fuss was about, doing anything with the "Stars" offers no interest, and we don't care if you think you can dance. But there was/is something magical about this show, The Voice, and it is a travesty that it took us until Season 3 to embrace it.
There seems to be a little something for everyone with this show. Attractive and engaging personalities, above average musical selections, a format built for the DVR, .... Mr. Mom (who fancies himself as a little bit of a music nerd) loves the variety of songs and interplay between the four "coaches". Mrs. Dad secretly loves this pop-culture type of TV but has always been a little afraid to admit it (probably because Mr. Mom is such an ass and wouldn't typically want to watch it with her). A has suddenly become a pop music aficionado and loves the Christina Aguilera chosen singers. C thinks Adam Levine is the coolest (and so does Mrs. Dad but who can blame her). And B immediately loved Cee Lo Green, in fact so much that dressing up like Cee Lo was his Halloween costume choice this year.
[Editor's sidebar: Halloween 2012. It was a terrific night. B (Cee Lo), C (Adam), Mrs. Dad (Christina), and Mr. Mom (Blake Shelton) made a good showing in the neighborhood (although "Christina" and her rack stayed home to hand out candy and "Adam" tired out quickly) and were accompanied by the beautiful Princess Leia (A) for a candy extravaganza.]
One of the great things I have come to appreciate about The Voice has been its ability to bring my musical tastes out of the pre-2000 era where they had previously been stuck indefinitely. I mostly blame generally poor music/bad songs for more than a decade, the invasion of hip-hop, and sports talk radio. I only listened to mainstream music on a rare occasion (i.e. driving with Mrs. Dad). But some of this new stuff is really good, and I have now found myself turning it to good ol' 97.1 on purpose (and sometimes even 94.5 and 101.3, but that is only during times of complete craziness).
AB&C seem to know many of these songs somehow, and I wonder if today's musicians will be their equivalents to the favorites of my younger days. Could Katy Perry be their Madonna? One Direction is unequivocally the best boy band of all time. Is Fun the quirky, catchy Talking Heads of today? Now I just have to get the kids to understand that Cee Lo, Trevin, Nicholas, and Cody from The Voice do not sing Stayin' Alive, but that it is actually Barry, Robin, Maurice (R.I.P. Bee Gees - except for Barry of course who is sadly the last man standing). And no, it is not Terry McDermott that sings Let It Be, it is actually a little band we call The Beatles. It is a parallel bizarro universe in which I live and I am just trying to keep up.
Not blogging, that's for sure. The truth is, there hasn't been much going on since the 2/21/12 date of the last post to Milk & O's. Let me think:
1) B turned 6 and played host to a birthday party for the ages at Tuttle's http://www.tuttlesbowling.com/.
2) A lost some more teeth.
3) The Froderkids were introduced to the fantastic world of Star Wars, and their obsession has slowly taken over our lives. We knew keeping all those 1977 action figures would pay off someday, and Mr. Mom couldn't be a more proud father.
4) On a sad note, Mr. Mom lost his ongoing battle with the evil Captain Finance and the days of eating bon bons and watching Oprah are over.
5) B got in a fight with the coffee table and lost, so Mrs. Dad, in true fight doctor fashion, did some at-home superglue work above the left eye to stop the bleeding and pull everything back together.
6) Mr. Mom, Captain Finance, and Nightime Finance Consultant are trying to co-exist, thereby resulting is a serious case of schizophrenia.
7) A turned 8 and eleven of her besties joined her for roller skating at the Roller Garden http://www.rollergarden.com/.
8) B&C rocked it at the Little Flowers Spring Program, and Mr. Mom particularly enjoyed their rendition of Sly & The Family Stone's Everyday People.
9) B graduated from Little Flowers Kindergarten and will now be joining A at Gatewood Elementary, thus leaving big C as our last baby at Little Flowers Montessori.
10) FroFamily, Inc. hired a nanny, hereafter to be referred to as Supernanny.
11) A&B caught the biggest sunfish I've ever seen over the Memorial Day weekend with uncle Fricke.
12) FroFamily, Inc. bought a sweet ride (aka a minivan) for Supernanny to use for this summer's logistics needs.
13) B got in a fight with a wall in Grandpa F's hayloft, but Mrs. Dad couldn't handle this one. It required the big guns at the ER at Children's Hospital - Minneapolis.
14) Fastpitch is in full swing and Mr. Mom is giving Mrs. Dad the annual marriage test.
15) ABC have all really taken to swimming this summer, and all are signed up for swimming boot camp aka Foss http://www.fossswimschool.com/.
16) Mrs. Dad was caught cheating on Mr. Mom when she went on an overnight trip to Denver with the dashingly handsome Captain Finance. She must really be attracted to balding, overweight, redheads in their late 30's.
Many moons ago, at a different place and time in life, there was a little baby girl who commanded all of Mr. Mom's and Mrs. Dad's attention. She was the only game in town and she knew it. She has been relatively good at sharing our attention since giving way to two brothers, but ol' Mr. Mom does remember those days when there was nothing else on the agenda other than playing with this little girl. No school, no soccer, no dance, no competing siblings, .....
It was during this time that the don of FroFamily, Inc. decided that this little girl should inherit a mafioso moniker. The don, being of questionable mind and minimal cleverness, worked with what he had, which at that time consisted of an effervescent smile, a jubilant personality, a flair for cheesy faces, and one big front-and-center top row tooth. Using the obvious, the don christened this little angel to be "Annie the Tooth".
For several weeks/months, Annie the Tooth was true to this name. That one singular tooth hung in there as the lone white light in a sea of saliva. Eventually, and predictably, it was joined by other pearly whites, but Annie the Tooth she would continue to be.
That is .... until Sunday 1/22/12 when Annie the Tooth got whacked. That big, beautiful, original tooth now sleeps with the fishes, and all that is left is a gaping hole in A's mouth.