Workaholic

Some kids have an imaginary friend.  Mine has an imaginary job. Jake’s “work” has become a daily reference.  As you may know, his work was originally headquartered in Santa Cruz.  Over the course of 2012, there has been an extensive expansion… perhaps the strategists behind Starbucks have been hired-on?  I’m…

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Comic Trip

This past March, Jacob was the enthusiastic recipient of his first “action figure.”  (See previous post for an artistic visual.) The Sanders family bequeathed him with the muscular, patriotic presence of Captain America— they’ve always had super powers when it comes to getting Jakey down for a nap… of course…

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sjMOMa

Jake spends a lot of time with “his” camera.  For the record, the orange camera used to be mine.  And since I’m making a list of my former possessions, I’d like to add “Jacob’s cowboy hat”, the soccer ball, every wooden spoon, and at least one flashlight. A few weeks…

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Emotional Roller Coaster

The last two plus weeks have brought tears of anguish, Great mirth, Boundless heartbreak, Harrowing suspense, Untold disappointment, Immeasurable elation, And unbridled joy. What?  The Olympics?  No, no.  I’m not talking about the Olympics anymore.  I’m just talking about the last two weeks in general. Yes, this emotional toddler roller…

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Comprende?

Both Nakesy and Jakey have been quite talkative lately.  Well, with Jake, lately is defined as forever.  Every day I continue to marvel as his vocabulary grows.  Conversations are always more lively as he throws in: camouflage, ginormous (apparently a real word as of the 2007 publishing of Merriam-Webster), “gust”…

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Herding Cats

I’ve written many times about my kids’ clavos (that’s nails in Spanish… the steel kind).  Clipping Natesy’s nails is currently akin to amputation.  Haircuts fall into the same category. Me: “Jakey, I think maybe we better cut your nails.” Jacob: “No, Mama.  I need my sharp claws to climb trees…

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UpOrDown

Back when JJ was little I remember these bipolar swaths of time where for weeks, Dada was the unrivaled favorite.  There was an interminable era when I was expected to answer to Dada.  Then I’d unknowingly surge from behind and leave him in my dust as the most adored. Let’s…

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