Happy Farter’s Day, Dada!

There are a lot of great fathers out there, but we’ve got a clear favorite: he’s the seven time winner of #1 Dad, the World’s Best Farter & Father, our very own…DADA!

We got the band back together (literally) for one last time, Dada, to perform our new hit single, Farter’s Day. Happy Farter’s, we mean, Father’s Day, Dada.


Hazelbert (Bert) & Georgie Burgles (Duke)

The Rumors Are True (I’m 7.)

I’m so old, I didn’t even have a bounce house party this year. I had a spy party, and my secret agent name was Chief Agent and Georgie’s was Agent Junior and we talked on walkie talkies and saved Princess BooBooButt’s royal jewels.

Here’s some other stuff that I do now that I’m 7:

  • I read chapter books, like Stink and the Incredible Super-Galactic Jawbreaker.
  • I play on a big kid soccer team with real games and everything, and I take it pretty seriously, unlike some people (cough, cough, Navy Blueberries).
  • I’m more sensible now. That’s why I want to be an accountant (thanks, Game of Life!) instead of a lion.
  • I chew gum, but very, very quietly because Mama has misophonia.
  • I’ve got a better toy than dada now.
  • I have a job and I make $7/week (I got a raise!).
  • I grumble about my job a lot, mostly the bathroom cleaning part and the table setting part.
  • My life may not be a consistent 10 out of 10 anymore, instead it ranges from -55 to 18,000-million.

For more, see my latest video:


It’s A Whole New Year

Mama asked if we had any New Year’s resolutions; we said no. Then she asked if we knew what resolutions meant; we said no. Now we know and we made some.


  1. I want to learn how to ride my bike without training wheels.

Imagine these training wheels weren’t here. Pretty cool, right?

2. I also want to ride the city bus to school. Mama says I’ve already done this, but these are my resolutions and this is our blog, so FACE.


1. I want to learn to draw.

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I mean, I can draw, but maybe could do better. (These are smiley faces.)

2. I also want to learn to rip pages out of coloring books, which sounds oddly specific but we were in the car at the time and I had just demonstrated my complete lack of skill at ripping pages out of coloring books, so yeah.

Mama also suggested some other resolutions for us, namely being nicer to each other and trying more new foods, but we’ll stick to the above. Thanks anyway, Mama.

Happy New Year, everybody!

-Bert & Duke

Happy Holidays!

Once again, we got out our satiny caftan loungers, wig collection, and squid hat, and shot our annual holiday card. The photo shoot involves a lot of yelling by Mama and Dada about staying on our marks (whatever that means), looking “over here,” and smiling, so much smiling.

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You try smiling while someone maniacally yells, “Smile!”

Here’s the back of the card:

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And as promised, here are the answers to, “What’s the one thing you should never do over the holidays?”:

We don’t know what they’re talking about with the crying.

Happy (belated) Hanukkah, Merry Christmas, Happy Oma’s Birthday, Happy New Year!

– Bert & Duke

Worldwide Exclusive Video: Duke at Age 4

Do you remember what it was like when you were 4? I do, because I am. It’s a pretty exciting age, because you can do EVERYTHING yourself, including PUTTING ON YOUR OWN TOOTHPASTE, GETTING YOUR OWN WATER OUT OF THE FRIDGE DISPENSER, USING A KNIFE, and yelling at your parents about how you can indeed do all these things BY YOURSELF. Also, I can read, or a tleast fake it really, really well based on the powers of memorization and train passion.

Here’s where I tell you everything you need to know about my life: 

In case you wondered, this is what little 3-year old me had to say about similar topics. And here’s what Bert was like when she was 4.

-George (Duke), Age 4

Look Out World, Georgie “Duke” Burgles is 4.

You read that right. This was the last known picture taken of me when I was three:

I was so young then.

I was so young then.

I wanted a Frozen Jakomas and his Neverland Pirate Railway Friends themed party with a bumblebee cake (naturally), but since Mama failed to find that specific Pinterest board, we went with a Minions theme for my party.

First, we played Pin The Party Hat on the Minion, which is about as cool as it sounds, except you have to admit the blindfold was pretty sweet.

Then we had Magic Mike come, but not that Magic Mike. This Mike was from Abrakidabra, and he was pretty hilarious. He did real magic, like swapping peanut butter and jelly jars and making coins come out of Evie’s ears, but also silly magic, like putting a diaper on my head and calling it a magic hat.

I got to be an assistant!

I got to be an assistant!

Nothing magic about this hat, except if you put it in the washing machine. [DON'T DO THAT.]

Nothing magic about this hat, except if you put it in the washing machine.

I know what you're thinking: kids laugh at everything. But come on, diaper on my head? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I know what you’re thinking: kids laugh at everything. But come on, diaper on my head? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Diaper. On. My. Head. Still laughing.

Diaper. On. My. Head. Still laughing.

That’s not all we did though.


We “became” Minions, and by that I mean we stuck our faces in this opening, not that we served anyone in any way.


My buddy Quentin and I blew these things at each other.


Eliot attacked Sean-O with this punch-it balloon.


Then we all attacked Sean-O with our bodies and ignored Mama yelling, “Don’t rip Sean-O’s shirt!”


We had bah-nah-nah splits. That’s how the minions say it.


Except for one kid whose ice cream got infected by banana-flavor.

And, you better believe I ate that cake. Even if it wasn’t a bumblebee.


Thanks for the “help”, “friends”, but I’m cool being the only one spitting all over my cake.

Believe it or not, that was just the day before my birthday. On my actual birthday, Hazelbert got up early to make me breakfast.

She made my favorite: Opa's Eggies.

She made my favorite: Opa’s Eggies.

Grammy stayed over, just so she could give me a smooch. (Okay, and hang out.)

Grammy stayed over, just so she could give me a smooch. (Okay, and hang out.)

Yikes, Dada.

Dada did this. Yikes, Dada.

And I got my presents from Mama, Dada, and Hazy which included more train tracks, a train book, a Jake doll, a Hazy original, and a smooch.

And I got my presents from Mama, Dada, and Hazy which included train tracks, a train book, a Jake doll, a Hazy original painting, and a smooch.

I’ll be filming my 4th Birthday interview as soon as the producers get their acts together. Let me know if there’s anything you want to know about 4-year old me, besides whether or not I’m still awesome. (I am.


Books for Baby A

We’re meeting a new baby friend this weekend! His name’s Baby A and he’s less than one year old, so that’s like being zero years old. We picked out some of our favorite old baby books to give to him.


Duke’s favorite: Good Night Moon
I used to call this “Pigeons”; I never told anyone why. Mama asked why it was my favorite; I said, “I love when…I don’t know, I just love it.” Mama does not love it, and she cites the creepy old bunny lady as reason #1. – Duke

Bert’s favorite: Blue Hat, Green Hat
“Because it’s so silly” – Bert

Other commentary:
Yum Yum Dim Sum:
“Baby A might not like it when he’s a baby, but he might like it when he grows up.” – Bert

Quiet Loud:
“Will this book be too loud for Baby A?” – Mama
“Yes” – Duke
“Maybe his mom can do a whisper for quiet and her regular voice for loud.” – Bert

No No Yes Yes:
“What will Baby A learn from this book?” – Mama
“To draw on the walls.” – Bert (you’re welcome, Baby A’s parents)

The Going To Bed Book:
“This book is called The Going To Bed Book, do you think it will help Baby A sleep better?” – Mama
“Yes!” – Bert and Duke (Hope this makes up for the drawing on the walls.)

Welcome to the wonderful world of reading, Baby A!

– Bert & Duke