There’s something about Jake’s presence that inspires my loving life partner to indirectly point out my… um… shortcomings. “Jakey, Mama is bad at putting on lids.” Hmmm. I hadn’t even noticed this area for development. It does take me at least two tries to get the lid screwed on to…
This weekend James and I celebrated our second babymoon. It was heaven. Similar to our first babymoon, we spent two nights at The Cottages of Napa, and even lucked out by getting the green cottage with the porch which I always wanted. We scarfed down dinners at Ad Hoc, Mustard’s…
I’ve been thinking a bit more about dog babies and have decided to post a correction. There is, in fact, one animal that I would recommend as the perfect practice pet in preparation for kids: A monkey. No cage.
Chinese cabbage gives me heartburn.
Every morning, when it’s still dark outside, Jakey and Mommy read “books” in bed. These books are technically store catalogs, and a brochure James got from some lady construction company that has a picture of a “tee-tat” (kitty cat). We can’t recycle this full color brochure because Jakey loves to…
About three weeks ago I was at the mall. I did a double-take when a lady passed me with a full-size stroller, pushing her dog. Dog strollers?! When I say it, it sounds vaguely familiar… yet no less disturbing. I’ve had approximately eight doggies over the course of my life,…
Tonight we played Christmas carols and decorated the house. James got out the infamous Christmas Story leg lamp for our front window. The piece de resistance of our holiday decor. He got it all set-up and “switch, switch”… first the bulb glowed and then the fishnet-stockinged, stiletto-sporting leg flickered and…
Today is the last day of our 27th week… cauliflower week. And tomorrow starts the highly anticipated… or dreaded, third trimester. Cillo and I are starting to get a bit tired. I’ve written before about Jakey calling me “Daddy” since he changed schools in June. At least 4 months, maybe…
We spent Thanksgiving weekend in Los Osos with the Fucillos and the Tasseys this year. We had beautiful weather, except for one day of rain… so many things to be thankful for. On Friday morning we went down to Morro Bay as Papa Vinnie was feeling like crab for his…
I may have mentioned that Jake has been in a phase of repeating the end of every sentence he hears, non-stop. It’s crazy, but he can say almost anything. He’s quite the little parrot. Some of his more recent utterances: James: “Can you scrape out the pumpkin guts?” Jake: “Punkin…