Hey Kid,

This week we visited Starbucks three days in a row after I picked you up from school. You got a gift card from Gaga and Grandpa and you wanted to use it. You bought cake pops two of the days and a banana nut bread slice the other day. 

When we were in line at Starbucks, there were two students in front of us about to order. They were giggling and talking loudly. In a quiet voice, like you were telling on them to me, you whispered, “Dad, I think those two are teenagers.” 

This past weekend, we flew to LA for the memorial service of your great-grandmother, Rebecca Milman. You and I met her just one time shortly after you were born. At that time, her memory had eroded so much that she didn’t recognize Mommy or Cousin Tessa. Mommy and Tessa, though, have many fond memories of their grandmother. It was a sad occasion, but kinda good for the family to have closure after seeing Grammy slip away while still alive. 

Here are you and Uncle Jeff having an jam session, Grammy’s ashes being interred, some back scratch time with Nana and Poppop, you on the dock at Thousand Oaks, and a fancy acocado toast and latte breakfast in LA. 

The latest 1 Second Everyday Video:
Here is January and February of this year. Because of the Intensives, I’ve been a tad late on several things – so the first two months of the year have been combined. 
Highlights in this video: lots of snow…skiing, sledding, six snow days, Dear Evan Hanson on Jan 24, the end of intensives on January 25th (I rode my bike way down south to register for a Frequent Traveler # so I could apply for Pre-Check on flights in the future), Ethics Bowl, dancing to La La Land on Feb 18, and Gaga and Grandpa’s visit in late February.

What you’re doing these days:

For the first time in several months, we biked to school. This time, instead of using the Yuba family bike, you wanted to go on the “Crosby assist” bike, which is an add-on to the back of my bike that allows you to pedal. It thrills me to hear you howling on the hills and chanting “You can do it,” as we ascend the tough inclines. It reminds me of riding on my Dad’s handlebars when I was your age. 

It was 75 degrees on the first day of Spring this week. We rode the bike and hung out in the hammock by Greenlake.

Here’s the new Peabody Planner – newly covered with Rey from Star Wars and your latest T-rex drawing. This is my TWENTY-FIFTH PEABODY PLANNER!

A summary of a book or podcast I liked:

Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen. The Instructional Coach at my school recommended this…read by The Boss himself. It starts with his early life growing up in Freehold, New Jersey, the son of working class Catholic family who had fits and starts trying to stay a family. From the first guitar to playing in front of 70,000 screaming fans, Bruce impressed me with his story. I know his major hits, but I’d never known about his 40 year band, his activism, and how poetic his lyrics are. 

It’s late, Spring Chicken. Time to turn in. Love, Daddy