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seeng dognivah

my boys watching football.
it's one of john's best stall tactics when
he doesn't want to go to bed ...
"watch football with daddy!"

this evening on our way home from grabbing some dinner, we decided to drive through the neighborhood a little bit and check out a few houses that have their christmas decor up. our neighborhood has a couple of truly classy beautifully decorated houses, a couple of deliciously tacky out-there decorated houses, and some basic strings of lights. john is starting to really love "chrisamiss" lights, so it was fun to cruise around with him and talk about the characters we saw and the houses all lit up.

we turned on the local christmas music radio station for some background music as we were cruising around the neighborhood. it was on fairly quiet, because we were discussing everything we saw.

suddenly, john said, "seeng dognivah! i love this!"

i asked, "what do you love, john? the christmas lights?"

"no! seeng dognivah!" he insisted. 

confused, i turned around in my seat to look at him and see if i could figure out what on earth he was talking about. he was bopping and dancing in his seat.

we turned up the music so daddy and i could hear what was playing. and john went crazy.

"seeng dognivah! i LOVE this song!"

what song was playing?

"feliz navidad." which translates adorably in johnese to "seeng dognivah." so we parked in the driveway and bopped along to the end of the song, daddy and i singing the lyrics at the top of our lungs, all of us dancing and grooving and laughing hysterically.

it might sound crazy, but that was one of my all-time favorite moments in parenthood so far.

so, to all i wish a "seeng dognivah" as we start the holiday season in earnest.
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