Gibberish

Earlier this week, Jacob had a weekday baseball game in addition to our two practices… which means we either eat pizza three days a week, or we go to “Pasta Peet’s,” where Nate can eat pizza.  (Nate still seems confused between Pasta P and Peet’s Coffee…). So we get in…

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Taste Bugs

Twelve days ago, the flu hit our house like a freight train.  It started with Jacob— he tends to be the epicenter of unwanted household maladies.  He complained of a really bad headache and then lost his lunch all over the couch.  You always know when Jake isn’t feeling well because…

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Whole 5

Dear Natesy, On March first my baby boy turned 5.  5!  In your words, it was your “whole” birthday.  No longer are you four-and-three-quarters. Leading up to it you would ask, “Is it my birthday tomorrow?”  And I would tell you no.  And you would ask, “Is it my birthday the tomorrow after tomorrow?”  And…

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