Warm Seagulls

During my childhood, the rule was that I had to drink a full glass of milk every night with dinner.  And we’re not talking a little juice glass.  More like an 8 ounce Big Gulp.  And yes, I haven’t broken any bones.  Though a case can be made that this…

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Jake of All Trades

My dearest Jakey, I’ve been meaning to write your special birthday letter for weeks now, please forgive the delay.  I can hardly believe you are six.  6!  Here is a little peak into six-year-old Jake: You birthday weekend was three days of pure sugared oblivion.  I brought Texas Sheet Cake…

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Maiden

As I’ve written in the past, Nate used to be quite open to all things that could be considered “girlie” to a more discerning three-year-old.  This was quite refreshing in a male-dominated household as Boobooboos, our female Beta fish, is not particularly vocal. Nate has always been quite taken with…

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Cheers

There’ve been many milestones worth celebrating that have slipped past us during these days of work, school, brush teeth, and ‘nuggling.  Like the fact that the boys now sleep until the 7 o’clock hour.  It wasn’t that long ago when I was happy the hour on the clock began with…

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Car Rides

Drop-off:  This morning I’m driving Jake and Nate to school and Jacob says from the back seat, “Mom, Mom.  I have goose pox.  I’m so cold.” Chicken pox, goose bumps, bird flu… it’s no wonder a six-year-old could confuse the many human poultry maladies. After dropping Jake off, Nate and…

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