Family

At some point in time we became a family. It wasn't upon bringing home little CP in March of 08. It happened later, when we emerged as a unit, a brand, a team. We have a routine. We have a value system. We have things that Koehlers do and things that Koehlers don't do.

Every morning Dan makes us breakfast. Every morning is different in terms of what the rest of us are doing while breakfast is being made. But sometimes when Dan starts beating egg yolks and whites in a metal bowl the boys stop what they are doing and do - THE EGG DANCE! A frantic stomping dance with smiles and tongues wagging and arms flapping and sometimes even booties shaking.

When the breakfast is ready and being brought to the table, we yell, "Breakfast time" in the vein of Sid the Science Kid. We all dart to the table, sometimes fast sometimes with more coaxing. Julian joins the fray but toddling down the hallway - almost running but almost tipping over. He can't quite pronounce breakfast and so it sounds more like, "Rocky time!"

We pray, we spill, we yell, we sing, we shout, we spill, we spit, we burp, we almost say excuse me, we spill, we clean up and that's the Koehler meal to start the day.

Do you have a dreamer?

 

Do you have a dreamer? Are you a dreamer? Ours is above. Christian Peter. 

What is a dreamer? Let me describe him to you:

The play is the thing. The imagined world is the reality. Or at least it intersects with reality as non-dreamers know it to be. Logic exists but in a third dimension. Something Wittgenstein might know about. 

Dreamers want to be understood. They may appear like they want to control the situation, but instead they really desire that their world is validated and appreciated, even if it can't be published or realized. 

Christian reacts to circumstances in life with intense emotions. He's 100% mad or ecstatic or sad. And it hinges on whether or not his dream is ignored or if it actually came true. 

The funniest example is a story that involves excrement - so be forewarned. 

Christian came into the room one day and said to Dan, "I may have a little accident in my pants..."

and here is where the evidence of dreaming is revealed:

"or it might be a dried cranberry."