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…
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…
I’m still catching-up on my holiday blogging. Unfortunately, I think I needed a little distance to gain some perspective on Christmas 2015, also known as “Barforama.” Stories for another day. In the meantime, I’ve noted that my husband, the one that I’ve been hanging out with for many, many years,…
Jacob: “Dad, would you rather be eaten by a tiger or a lemon shark?” Dad: “Um, neither.” Me: “I choose tiger. I think it would be over faster.” Nate: “Would you rather be eaten by a boa constrictor or a great white shark?” Me: “Boa constrictor. How about you?” Nate:…
Love is in the air. Pink trees are in bloom. Love-struck squirrels are chasing each other through the tree tops. And tomorrow is Valentime’s Day. That’s what Nate still calls it. He also calls it a Pubic’s Cube (Rubik’s Cube), a dong (gong), and his “nibbles” (nipples), but who’s keeping track?…
As I was contemplating the No It All Gift Guide of 2015, I briefly flashed back to a day early on in Jacob’s first year of kindergarten. He came home and, without warning, declared, “No. More. Sandwiches.” I averted my gaze, curtsied and replied, “May I fetch your Lordship something more…
Nate’s first school best friends were Lucas and Logan. Make that: Loo-kas and Logan. They palled around together for several years at Saint Lizzie’s. Then Bennett came along. Nate spends so much time with Bennett that I’ve caught him, on more than one occasion, absentmindedly referring to me as Bennett……
Screen time— it’s a modern day parenting fixation. How to strike that perfect balance between not raising miniature zombie couch potatoes and utter survival? Research shows the magical number is two… as in no more than two hours a day. Which at our house generally translates into two shows. Shows are…
There are certain pictures of both Jake and Nate that just melt my heart… a phrase that seems particularly overused in the female social media sphere. I’ve never seen a guy I know post a comment like, “Oh, my heart melts.” I bet Jerry Seinfeld could do miraculous things with that little…
Back when Jake had just turned three and Nate was semi-walking/crawling/eating anything he could get his fat little fists on, I remember a specific morning at Santana Row. We were sitting on a bench as the boys explored and climbed and fortunately, it was quite early, so they weren’t cutting-off…