The Monkey Barrel

Archive for March, 2006

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Home phone: 757-410-9444

Email:
Fredl: fred@monkeytroy.com
Emily: email: emily@monkeytroy.com

Luke and John? What the? They don’t have email yet?

Howdy from the Arters.

This is the Arters family blog page. Mostly contributed by Emily now since I am a big giant slacker.

Take a look around and read all that Emily’s mind can produce… then realize that she only types a portion of what she says. Wow.

Thanks for stopping by!

Well I don’t post to the blog very often. I think its because this feels like a diary or journal (which is pretty much what it is) and those, to me, seem like they should be private. So opening up thoughts like this seems rather like having a web-cam in the bathroom or something. Dirty! haha.

Probably just a paranoid freak.

The other part of it is that Emily writes all of these really nice and really touching parent child moments on here and while I have those moments I really don’t feel like sharing them with you all. Nothing personal. They just seem like things that are mine to cherish and not for public consumption. (I hope there is a spell check on this software.)

So Em writes a nice poem about the kids snuggling in bed with her in the morning, and I think “Hey, John really cracked me up today when he heard a noise and accused me of farting. Nothing I could do would convince him that it wasn’t me. He just kept pointing and dancing saying ‘Daddy farted! Daddy farted!’ “.

Not quite the same eh?

Anyway.. this is a post and this is what I was thinking about.

I’ll try to be more touching next time.

MonkeyTroy.com is the personal website of Fred Arters and familiy.

Please enjoy your stay.

(c)2006 Fred Arters

Today is Wacky Wednesday. A silly celebration of Theo LeSieg’s (Dr. Seuss) classic book about a crazy mixed up day. John has blue spiked hair, pajama bottoms, a swimsuit over that, a striped shirt with a basketball jersey over it backwards, one soccer sock, one spider man sock, one black sneaker, and one white on the wrong foot sneaker. I love these kinds of days. Only kids can carry it off.
The other day in the car I was listening to an announcer say that Michael Buble’ would be in concert and gasped. John said, “What mom?” So I told him that someone daddy and I liked to listen to would be having a concert in town. I said, “Ya know, the guy who sings the spiderman song.” He didn’t skip a beat and replied, “Oh yeah, I really like that number!” I said, “Hey how do you know what a number is? Do you wear tutu’s in your closet? Do you watch broadway shows?” He just giggled. He never fails to surprise me.