Eisley - a musical recommendation

I recently stumbled across a new band from Texas called Eisley.  Hailing from Tyler, Eisley consists of three sisters & a brother, plus a friend.  Home-schooled teenagers.  Christ-followers.

Their music is very melodic, airy.  It will remind you of Sixpence None the Richer or the Cranberries.  Lyrically, they are surprisingly mature.  This is no bubble-gum, even though there is this fairy-tale quality to the music.  One reviewer calls it "Narnia rock".

I picked up their debut full-length album, Room Noises, and love it. 

It's only #3 in my rotation right now, though.  Check out future entries for #1 and #2.

More School Commute Comedy

This was this morning.  It was very cold, and the kids had mittens/gloves on.  Emily's were a bright pink.

Emily: I have pink skin [referring to her gloved hands]
Jackson: You're pink
E: I got a manicure with pink hands and pink fingers - ha, ha
E: My skin fell off, and i have pink flesh.  But by Halloween, i won't have any flesh, i'll just be bones.
J: You have pink fur.
E: I'll just have bones because i'm going to be a skeleton.
J: I'm going to be bones, too.
Dad:  You are?
J: Yeah, i'm going to be a skeleton.
E: We're going to walk around the neighborhood scaring people.  We want to be the skeleton bride & groom.
J: Yeah, the skeleton mom & dad. The husband and the wife.

[Glad To Be] Colossally Wrong

I'm not sure if i wrote about it here, but i had been worried about the arrival of David, with respect to the impact on Jackson.  Jackson has been the youngest of the family for almost 6 years.  He had been the only son.  He had been used to getting all the attention he wanted from his Mom.  So i was worried how he would react to his new brother.

Boy, was i ever wrong about that!

Jackson has been wonderful with his baby brother, probably taking to him more than either of his sisters have (although they've been good, too).  He always wants to hold David, and will just sit there hugging and kissing him on the cheek, smiling at him, cradling his head & neck, and saying sweet things.  Things like "you're the best brother!".  And "I love David."

It's really been quite the wonder.

Late Night Phone Calls

I realize this is among the least of the worries for a father of a beautiful teenage girl, but these boys keep calling here at late hours.  It's 11:30pm and i just fielded another one.  And i'm too much of a smart-aleck for my own good.

Last week or so, some young dude (i guess i can't really call them punks if i haven't met them, huh?) calls after 11pm.  I answer, and he asks if Caroline is there.  I curtly answer "of course".  Silence.  He starts to stammer and fumble.  "Uh, um, i think i called the wrong number."  I retort, "no, you called the right number; you just called at the wrong time."

Tonight, it's a different boy (i can't keep track of them all) who asks for Caroline.  I ask him if he has a watch.  He says no.  I tell him he needs to get one, and then he wouldn't be calling over here so late.

Caroline says these boys are afraid of me, which cracks me up.  I don't know that anyone's ever been afraid of me.  But let's run with that.