Don't Fear the Reaper

Not a very February-y kind of title, huh? 

Don't worry, I kind of have a point (and I really didn't want to fail with the whole song-title-as-blog-title thing in my second entry of 2008).

Jake has been taking guitar lessons for about a year and a half.  His teacher is a 25-ish young guy who our son adores.  After the first few lessons and songs like "Yankee Doodle" assaulting our sensibilities for 20 minutes a day (And if you are rolling your eyes and thinking, psshaw, Yankee Doodle is a great song, imagine it on the electric guitar.  And then stop rolling your eyes at me.) we gently suggested to Jacob a few songs that maybe he could ask his teacher to school him in.

ie. Anything AC/DC, maybe a little Foo, perhaps some Wolfmother or Chili Peppers - you know, anything that doesn't make me feel like taking a knitting needle to my eardrum 5 minutes in to practice.

This made Jacob and his teacher both very happy. 

So the other day, Jacob comes home and tells us he learned a new song.

What is it, we asked. 

It's called "Don't Fear the Reaper" he informs us.

Jason and I looked at each other burst into laughter and yelled MORE COWBELL!!!

If you love Will Ferrell and you haven't seen this, check it out: 

more cowbell

(I tried really hard to teach myself how to put the video right in my blog post, but it was hard.  And I'm pretty lazy.)

Funny stuff.

Of course, I had to screen it to make sure there wasn't anything too bad in it and let the boys watch.  Jacob was on the floor laughing.  And I don't really think Lucas got it, but was doing that "I totally don't get the joke, but really want to be part of the hilarity" thing that I think we are all guilty of once in while.

In other news...

We are hosting a Superball Party today.

No you read that right.

One of our friends, whose name I will not reveal on this blog, had a doctor's appointment last week. I think he would have like to keep the nature of this visit private, but unfortunately for him, his daughter came here for a playdate, and the first thing out of her mouth when she was in the door was, "My daddy's going to see the doctor so we don't get any more babies in our house".

Nice.

So natually, Gorgeous George glommed onto that and decided that in honour of this huge milestone we would throw him a Superball Party this Sunday.

On the menu:

cheeseball

meatballs

sausage rolls

melon balls

assorted nuts

You get the picture.

And speaking of pictures, I don't think we'll be sharing a pictoral account of this particular gathering.

Happy Superball everyone!