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Jakey has always been a fiend for logistics.  Around this time last year I remember him proposing a plan where we were supposed to take him hunting with Granddad and “Grandma will watch Nake.  Nake is too little for hunting, right?” (shaking his head matter-of-factly).  Sometimes he tells me how…

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Nuggle

The phases around here go so fast I can hardly keep up.  There were the days of Nate clearing his throat.  Then the two weeks of stuttering, “wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-where Jakey go?”  I resisted googling childhood stuttering for as long as I could.  Luckily it’s passed.  One day I noticed that “Nake”…

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Dear Santa

Dear Santa, I’ve been thinking about what I’d like for Christmas and here is the list.  I want a lot of things. A boiling water maker to make stew and everything with hot water A real pirate ship high to the clouds A bike that shoots puffs of smoke out…

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Jeep

Before Jakey’s third birthday he was relentless about one thing: a Jeep. Grandma and Granddad got him a monster-truck-like Jeep from the flea market.  I bought him a little preschooler remote control Jeep.  He opened them all with feigned enthusiasm.  Honestly.  You could practically hear the “eh” in his little two-year-old…

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Cowboy Music

We’re always quizzing our kids.  I’m convinced it makes them smarter.  Or at least passes the time on long car rides without investing in a fancy in-car DVD player. We test them a lot on flags.  There is no logic as to the subjects of these pop quizzes.  Two weekends…

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Bottle Cap

I think I’ve let three weeks go by without commemorating the end of our 4 pound bottle of ketchup.  64 ounces… dusted.  I don’t know how I could let such a momentous occasion pass by. Looks like that bottle lasted us five months, which means we’re averaging about a pound…

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Fraidy Cat

Jakey is all bones and elbows and knees these days, but Nate… Nate is incredibly edible.  I don’t know if it’s his pudgy hands, his over-the-waistband tummy… those curls?  And I’m not the only one who’s noticed.  Everybody just wants to eat him up. So, clearly he is afraid of being…

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Halloween: Nate’s Perspective

As I’ve mentioned, Nate is perpetually Superman.  “I’m Superman.  I FLY!” (crash) It’s probably been about two weeks of: Superman shirt into Superman pajamas into Superman shirt into Superman pajamas.  I’m embarrassed to admit that last week I sent him to school in his brother’s dirty Superman shirt because it…

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