The Power of the Full Moon


As he arrived he stepped from his car and down the path to the front door of the dimly lit structure. He interlocked his fingers with nervous anticipation and shook out his shoulders to relieve the tension which was mounting.

He approached the old, wooden door. It was a sturdy looking door, one which had been chosen wisely to keep the things inside in, and the things outside out.

His right hand trembled as he reached for the knob. He quickly reached up with his left to steady his hand, trying to stop the trembling.

When he steadied one hand with the other he realized he could feel his heart beating throughout his entire body. The steady thump coursed through each limb. He could hear it too.

The story of the Tell Tale Heart played through his mind as he fought back the idea that he had done anything wrong.

This was not the first time he had arrived at this very door. It was a familiar sight to him, except one thing was different. Tonight, he arrived as the full moon rose into the starry night sky. It shone brightly against the newly fallen snow.

It would be beautiful, if his mind and heart were not reminding him of the power which came with the full moon.



Ghouls of every kind.

The stories of the terrors of the night ran through his head with the speed he wanted to run from the door.

It wasn’t from any of these beings he was fighting the urge to flee on this night.

He reached for the door and twisted the knob to the right. It felt cool in his hand, the brass almost sticking to his skin.

Then he was met with the cry:


He was rushed by numerous little creatures. The arms and legs which rushed him and tackled him to the ground were too numberous to count.

As the man went down he caught a glimpse of his wife standing one room away, helpless to do anything. Her hair was standing in many different directions; he was sure he saw many different colored objects lodged and tangled in her brown hair.

Her eyes were glazed over. The little minions had been around her ankles and climbing on her and over her all day. Her strength was zapped.

At least the last thing he would see in his life was something so beautiful.

He had received texts throughout the day calling out for help.

“Why won’t they just sleep.”

“They are constantly feeding. I’m not sure how much longer I can sustain them.”

“Please hurry home. The house is just about in shambles.”

She had called out to him so many times yet he had been just as helpless to help her as she was him in this moment. The full moon had changed the tiny humans into something beyond human.

Each moon cycle they develop super human strength, screeching abilities, speed, tantrum powers, and the paradoxical need to be cuddled and run around all at the same time.

Hours and hours later the man and his wife crashed on the couch. They had been turned into creatures of their own, resembling mindless zombies. They starred blankly at the wall, laughing into the silence.

They had survived.

Theirs was the victory.

The battle was won.

Suddenly, at the same time, they heard, “Give it back! That’s mine!” The scream was followed by crying and more screaming.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

The man and wife held each other and cried at the horrors they knew headed their way.

It was going to be a long night.

Lessons in Chaos

At the end of a long work day all I want to do is sit down with my family around the dinner table and have a nice quiet family dinner.


For some reason, my four sons (currently aged 7, 5, 3 and 1) have a different idea about supper time. Everyone has stories to tell. They all want refills on drinks after only 2.5 seconds of being at the table.

We spend many suppers with children standing in their seats and making monster noises. There are a lot of quotes being thrown around. They quote the Lego Batman Movie, Teen Titans Go, Super Why, and everything else under the sun.

Honestly I’m impressed anything gets eaten at all and that my wife and I do not walk away from the table without shedding any tears.

All of that is said to point out that our lives here in the Weldy house tends to be a little bit chaotic. Sometimes it is. Or frequently. Alright, almost always.

Which is why one evening (our third child was 2 years old, we’ve become better parents since then) we did not notice that the 2 year old had shoved several pieces of corn into each ear (I have briefly mentioned this in my post Parenting Together).

My wife and I were both sitting at the table. We were engaged in what would appear like conversation with our children. Yet it was not until he got our attention to say, “corn, ear,” that we realized what was going on.

“No, no. We do not put corn in our ears,” my wife reasoned with the wild child.

“Yes! See? Corn ear.”

It was at this moment we realized the instructions had come too late.

We rushed him to the couch and shone a light into his ear canal and discovered our son had kernels deep in there (I’m not sure we ever referenced an ear of corn but apparently the kid wanted one).

We tried using different equipment to harvest the corn but unfortunately farming corn is more difficult than the fields of corn in the Midwest make it seem.

Should we use a sharpened pencil?

What about a toothpick?

Is there anything that we could possibly use to safely navigate this canal?

We were able to get a couple pieces out but there was more in there and we couldn’t get them. My wife ended up taking him to the doctor to see what they could do.

I would have gone but we were already dealing with corn in an ear, I didn’t see the point in bringing a tomato-faced father along as well.

The doctor office found the situation a little humorous and were able to get the remaining pieces out. To my knowledge they did not offer to give them back to our son.

We learned a few things in this situation.

  1. Bad things can happen, no matter what. We can’t spend time beating ourselves or each other up over it. Kids are a zoo and sometimes they legitimately act a bit like animals.
  2. My wife is way more calm than I am when a situation gets a bit stressful. If we are being honest, this is something we already knew, but it just reinforced the truth.
  3. Green beans are probably a better vegetable for our family at this time. Sure, they could break them apart for smaller pieces or could get the seeds out, but they don’t know that yet. So keep your mouth shut.

We adore our kids. It’s chaotic but I cannot properly put into words what a blessing each one of my sons is in my life.

Raising kids is crazy. It will drive a person crazy if you cannot laugh about it. Don’t beat yourself up. Enjoy the moments.

What’s a scary parent moment that later became funny?