Year: 2012
Waiting on Fernando
Many years ago, someone asked James a question we no longer remember… His response however, has entered the realm of Fucillo Family lore, “I work for Habitat for Jaimie.” Ha, ha. What a clever man I married. And on that note, this is the beginning of Week 4 of Extreme…
Halloween Costume Guide
Halloween is breathing down our necks… just four days away. I bought six crows online that got four stars instead of five for being “too real.” I guess some rural resident had their faux crows eaten the first night they were out. That totally sold me and so I bought…
MomGyver
Bee Pinching
Nate has conquered his fear of the plastic ghost. He yells unintelligible profanities at it, shakes his little fist, and then hits it with the palm of his hand to show it who’s boss. Unfortunately, the fear phase continues… On our road trip last week (which was bliss… more on…
Plastyphobia
I’m afraid of grapes. And hot dogs. Mini blind cords give me pause. Basement steps; restless. And thoughts of unfenced pools? I can’t even talk about it. Yesterday we put plastic up in the two doorways to the kitchen. Anyone who has remodeled does not harbor delusions of dust obstruction. …
D Day
On our honeymoon, James and I went to Rome and stayed at Hostel Panda for a night or two. They seem to have changed the name to Hotel Panda, but let’s just be clear, it’s a hostel. One of the nicer ones I’ve stayed at, especially in Rome, but that…
The Royal Treatment
Last night I had the following exchange as I passed out pre-bedtime sippy cups of milk. “Hey, Jake. Here’s your baba.” “Thank you Princess Mama.” Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.
Principal’s Office
Today I received a text from Nate’s teacher telling me she needed to talk to me about his behavior. Could I talk at 1? Of course, I can talk at 1. The whole morning I’m imagining what it could be. It’s like the dreaded walk to the principal’s office. At…
Calabazas
When Jacob was little he spoke quite a bit of Spanish. Some of his first words were musica (music), baila (dance), oso (bear), pan (bread) and agua (water). He even pronounced agua with the right accent (sounds like awa), though now he’s somehow picked-up the non-native hard “g.” Go fiyure.…
Waiting on Fernando
Many years ago, someone asked James a question we no longer remember… His response however, has entered the realm of Fucillo Family lore, “I work for Habitat for Jaimie.” Ha, ha. What a clever man I married. And on that note, this is the beginning of Week 4 of Extreme…
Halloween Costume Guide
Halloween is breathing down our necks… just four days away. I bought six crows online that got four stars instead of five for being “too real.” I guess some rural resident had their faux crows eaten the first night they were out. That totally sold me and so I bought…
MomGyver
Bee Pinching
Nate has conquered his fear of the plastic ghost. He yells unintelligible profanities at it, shakes his little fist, and then hits it with the palm of his hand to show it who’s boss. Unfortunately, the fear phase continues… On our road trip last week (which was bliss… more on…
Plastyphobia
I’m afraid of grapes. And hot dogs. Mini blind cords give me pause. Basement steps; restless. And thoughts of unfenced pools? I can’t even talk about it. Yesterday we put plastic up in the two doorways to the kitchen. Anyone who has remodeled does not harbor delusions of dust obstruction. …
D Day
On our honeymoon, James and I went to Rome and stayed at Hostel Panda for a night or two. They seem to have changed the name to Hotel Panda, but let’s just be clear, it’s a hostel. One of the nicer ones I’ve stayed at, especially in Rome, but that…
The Royal Treatment
Last night I had the following exchange as I passed out pre-bedtime sippy cups of milk. “Hey, Jake. Here’s your baba.” “Thank you Princess Mama.” Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.
Principal’s Office
Today I received a text from Nate’s teacher telling me she needed to talk to me about his behavior. Could I talk at 1? Of course, I can talk at 1. The whole morning I’m imagining what it could be. It’s like the dreaded walk to the principal’s office. At…
Calabazas
When Jacob was little he spoke quite a bit of Spanish. Some of his first words were musica (music), baila (dance), oso (bear), pan (bread) and agua (water). He even pronounced agua with the right accent (sounds like awa), though now he’s somehow picked-up the non-native hard “g.” Go fiyure.…