A happy day

As a family, we invited the Gordon Raha, leader of a local privately funded educational facility, to visit for dinner. M Alor greeted him at the front walk and attempted to converse with him on topics dear to her heart.

That did not go well.

My Mallory of the dulcet tones introduced herself to the educational leader and requested more information on the facility. With the opportunity to expound on the advantages of a private education, Headmaster Raha was quite pleased with the family. M Alor and T Lar were accepted into the institution.

Headmaster Raha had no sooner left or home when we begun the transition ceremony for B Sahl.

Unlike the former ceremony, my Mallory of the curly hair and the duals were quite excited with the thought of the youngest A'Lien attaining childhood.

Which she did quite well. M Alor enjoyed seeing her sister in similar attire to what she had worn at that age. However we had other clothing choices available as well.

B Sahl chose not to partake in the transition confection. Instead she adjourned to the bedroom for a clothing change then to the bathroom where my Mallory of the beautiful hair performed a hair session and removed the wavy locks.

Obviously, B Sahl insisted on an immediate shower to remove the small hairs that had fallen down her new dress.

B Sahl A'Lien - Virgo

Sloppy/Neat 10 - Shy/Outgoing 1 - Lazy/Active 10 - Serious/Playful 3 - Grouchy/Nice 10

Life Could be a Dream

The night before B Sahl's first day of school and the Dual's first day at their new school and each of us are coping with our excitement in our normal manner.

my comments: Later that same night...

B Sahl appears to be happy with her new appearance.

Mallory appears to be quite taken with the new grocery delivery boy.

T Lar still hasn't overcome his dislike for the aliens.

As for Mallory and T Sah, they appear to be living their dreams. Or is it that as parents of twin teens and a young child, they are too exhausted to dream?

We Interrupt Our Regularly Scheduled...

Hello? Is this thing on?

*giggles*

Yeah, I guess it is. Hi there.

I've been reading Dad's journal for a while now and so I'm taking over his stylus and console. There are a few things I think need to be added to his journal that he wouldn't think to tell you.

First, my Father is a wonderful dad. I know that he thinks he shorted us "duals" as we were growing up, but we don't think so.

Sure, he was working long and weird hours, but when he was here he was really here. With us and for us.

I mean, I have some friends whose dads spend all their time at home plopped in front of the TV or some such. They basically forget they even have kids. But not my dad.

When we were growing up he was there to help us with our homework or learning a new skill or what not. Plus, there were lots of family meals together. Sometimes they had to be breakfast instead of supper, but he was there. That's just the way he is.

So Dad, if you're reading this - that's the way TL and I both feel. We both love you very much. You did a great job with us, so stop worrying, ok? And stop beating yourself up too. Now!

Yikes! Don't know where that came from, guess it's been building up for a while now. But since Dad thinks of you readers as his friends, I guess it's ok that you know the truth.

Anyways, back to the good stuff.

Dad always portrays us the way he likes to see us. But can you imagine two teens with their noses stuck in books or faces glued to a chess board all the time? Booooooring!!

Sure, defeating another's strategy in chess is fun. And so is discovering a new technique for repairing a lamp or a new recipe. But please! We really do have lives. And although TL and I do have a rivalry going on with scholarships, we're also best friends.

And since I'm being honest here and adding stuff Dad might not know, TL always calls me Mal. I rather like it. Although a friend of mine, River, pointed out to me that Mal is Bad.

Well, duh!!! Like I didn't know that was TL's little joke on me? But that's ok, because he doesn't know that TL doesn't stand for his initials.

Oh yeah, speaking of friends, I snapped this photo during breakfast recently.

As you already know, I was hesitant (and scared) when I heard that Dad was going to have a baby. Hello? Father? Pregnant? This isn't normal, right?

But I have to admit that the little twerp really won us over. She's just so blasted nice all the time. I mean really, really nice. Must be the "other" alien genes, because the niceness attribute sure skipped over the rest of us.

Speaking of the brat, isn't she adorable? Here she is playing red hands with Pater again. She'll probably even let him win.

Oh yeah, I just have to say, that TL and I love listening to Dad talk. Between the duals, parental units, and his other almost-correct speech patterns, he always seems to have us laughing.

You'd think that in the time he's been on this planet he'd catch on to the language. But then again, maybe he has. Maybe that's his little joke on us. I know he's seen us bite back our smiles at times.

Well, either way, he makes my heart melt every time he refers to Mom as "my Mallory." Yeah, that's what I want. I want a man who will love me as much as my Daddy loves Mom.

Ye gods and little fishes! I didn't realize how long I'd kept you. I'll let you go back to whatever you will be doing when this journal is finally released.

Eek! What a scary thought. By the time you read this I may have been gone for generations! Wow. That really puts things in a different light.

One last thing before you go, I just wanted to let you all know that I have no problem at all with not being Daddy's heir. I've heard about some of the restrictions TL will have on his life - where he lives, who he can marry, what he can do. No thanks! I don't want any part of that.

Plus, whatever is buried in the box at the corner of the house, that's way too much responsibility for my liking. TL, his kids and their kids can have it all.

TTFN!

In closing

My Mallory will soon be experiencing her own transition ceremony and I have discovered that M Alor is creating an extra-special gift for her Mater.

She is a quite the adequate "twerp" herself.

My Mallory of the glorious body has started B Sahl on a rigorous exercises program. Either they have a different idea of "mother daughter" activities or B Sahl has had some difficulty at school. As neither she nor my Mallory will confirm my suspicions I am at a loss of what actions I should undertake.

The duals have enjoyed the the transfer to the private educational facility. M Alor, of course, was happy that she could continue with her hair enhancements and that there was purple in the dress clothes.

I shall close this journal posting with an image portrayal of my family.