Belieber

Deep in the Fucillo Family archives, there is a story of little kid James at his aunt’s Hawaiian themed Central Valley wedding to a pro football playing islander named Bubba.  The story goes something like this: James was five or six and he was in Aunt Nancy’s wedding.  As he…

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Everlasting Easter

We had a lovely Easter this year.  I got Nate to wear a new outfit with little sharks that matched his brother.  He made a case for “the black and blue one Superman shirt,” but I prevailed. The Easter Bunny came and Jake fell asleep before he could catch him.…

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Evolution

This morning James and I are unsuccessfully trying to sleep past 6am on a Saturday morning and we are joined by the little one.  He starts asking his usual string of questions and it goes something like this: “Mama, why is you so big and Daddy is GIANT?” “Well, we’re…

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