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Date Posted: 21:32:57 12/19/06 Tue
Hello, Howdy, and Seasons Greetings from Texas.
In case you couldn’t tell, this is Isaac writing this year’s letter. I may be small and cute but I am still the most intelligent of the bunch thus far and by far the least lazy so if you are upset about not hearing from Nathan and Sara and David and Hercules, they are off shopping for my presents, so at least they got something right.
First I want to tell you about monkey toes. I have had him longer than just this year but since I heard Nathan and Sara talking about not getting a letter sent out last year ... pathetic... “Monkey Toes” is my ferocious primate. He is able to do great damage to anyone that he doesn't trust. Most of the time I call him a bodyguard. I was able to negotiate his acquisition last summer (2005) while Nathan was going to some cheeky army school that would allow him to finally become an officeworker or some other non-sense. When he finally got home from all of whatever, we took a small vacation to Austin, Texas. All I remember is being absconded from my bed late at night and the next thing I know is we had arrived someplace that is not my home and I am surrounded by hordes of soldiers and hippies. Apparently something called the Austin City Limits festival was in progress and Nathan had to work at the armory while we were there...wacko.
Over this past year I have been closely observing their habits and behaviors and only recently decided to humor them with the requisite baby talk. I am rather proud of the following; Wuv u (I hope you can figure out.), Fa-la-la (Short hand for Santa), My-my
(Good by), and I thought I would make it easy on them, Book (is Book). It is truly amazing how simplistic the adult mind is. For example they call David the “Big Dude” and I am the “Little Dude” or the “Miniature One”.
Well, after the little vacation to Austin… and by the way the reason we left, I later found out, is because some horrible woman named Rita was coming to Houston and apparently no one in the Houston area wanted to be around her…but after we got back home, Nathan started spending a lot more time at home. Apparently when you
become an office worker for the Army you get to spend a lot of time at home and then you leave for months at a time, which leads me to January where Nathan was gone again to some training for new army office workers. However this time we went
to visit him and got to see a little bit of what the army life entails. I am not so sure what the big deals is. He finished in April (2006) and after that we were able to take a trip to Utah. And I was finally able meet this Grandma June character and all of the rest of the Grands, Grandpa Larry, Grandpa Lars, and Grandma Zina. I have to say, it’s a wonder I am as normal as I am with the looks of the rest of that lot.
We had lots of adventures climbing mountains and driving from one place to the next. It was a lot of fun and we were able to spend most of a month with the Utah clan.
After driving back home, Nathan had the bright idea to volunteer for the National Guard mission to help the border patrol. Apparently the teaching profession does not pay as much as the army office worker corp. He volunteered and in the mean time he
was able to apply for Army Aviation School, eventually being selected as their third choice. Not too bad for being the fastest in the slow lane and if you look at the fact that he is practically geriatric and needs to have special “Age waiver” to go... Long story short I have not had the chance to see Nathan since July, except for the time I went down to the Rio Gande Valley with Sara and David in September, when we went to the beach, and in November for Thanksgiving, when we went to the beach and the zoo. And then he came to Houston in October for Halloween. How the heck do they expect me to develop a normal, well-adjusted personality when my primary male role model is gone 90% of the time?
Thank goodness for the fact that I have Playgroup. It’s a beautifully orchestrated
meeting that allows the mothers to think we are being entertained and educated when we use it as a distraction...any excuse to be outside and play.
I am becoming quite the swimmer and you should see what I do in the bathtub. David and myself were able to take swimming lessons this summer. We are both quite adept. I am a really great dancer too. Yes, I am.
David goes off every friday to some preschool co-op and allows me the chance to finally have mom all to myself. Apparently he is learning all kinds of things and they are real proud of him blah blah whatever. He is a good big brother to me though and teaches me all kinds of things.
Mom bakes a lot of cakes. She finished her decorating classes this spring and we get to reap the rewards. It’s hard though cause sometimes she wants to give the cakes to other people and we can’t touch them. Hello, temptation!
Well as for the rest of the details, the year is almost over and I will fill you in next year or maybe I will loose my mind like the rest of this gang and I will have to let my forthcoming sibling handle the responsibility….forthcoming sibling? Hold on a minute....
Oh well, have a happy yuletide celebration.
With concerned affection,
The future ruler of everything west of the Mississippi,
Isaac Henry Miles Reed Christiansen and Family (Nathan, Sara,
David Linus, and Hercules)
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