Ping Pong

As a parent, you come up with new ways to get things done.  Time is precious.  Energy is fleeting.  Lately I’ve noticed James and I are also getting more clever.  It goes something like this… From the living room I hear: “Jakey, take this to Mama.  Take this to Mama!” …

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The Ring Bearer

On Sunday, my baby brother, Geoffrey George, is getting married.  Jake has been named as a “ring bearer.” For the occasion, we bought him a little 3-piece grey suit (I promise to post a picture, post-matrimony).  I was having a hard time justifying a pair of wear-once dress shoes, so…

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Problem Words

When I was in about fourth grade, my best friend Esther got a new baby sister.  As her sister started talking, Esther and her siblings thought it was the funniest thing ever to get her to say “truck.”  Little Becca’s “truck” rhymed with truck but started with “f.”  Now, this…

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Nature vs. Nurture

I’m a big believer in nature.  Some things I’m sure are nurture, but really, I think there are genes and combinations of genes that we wouldn’t believe in our wildest dreams.  I’ve already written about Jake’s “torture gene.”  Not long ago, I read a book that said the proclivity to suck on…

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Call of the Wild

Growing-up, we had the most loving white umbrella cockatoo named Roxie.  We bought her at the Santa Cruz flea market, where we bought several other birds that were most certainly smuggled in from far away places and then sold to slightly suspecting bargain shoppers at the drive-in movie/swap meet.  Every…

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Beary Tired

Last week was Jake’s 17 month birthday.  I’m pretty sure that he has been exposed to more wild bears in 17 months than most people have in a lifetime.  But I’m getting ahead of myself… A couple of weeks ago Jacob came home with a great picture of an oso…

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Jacob Beauregard

One of James’ favorite movies is Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.  Gene Wilder, not Johnny Depp.  Apparently, Willy Wonka looks like his dad.  In general, I’ve been Roald Dahl’s biggest fan since Mr. Shepherd’s lunchtime readings in 4th grade.  Unfortunately, the creepy singing tunnel scene makes this movie unwatchable for…

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Bear with me

It’s all Alesia’s fault.  She is the reason that I have been addicted to a certain teenage romance vampire series.  Honestly, I like it, but I don’t love it.  Not in the same way that I love my Phillipa Gregory princess books.  In any case, I’m still addicted.  And the…

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Mistaken Identity

Jacob loves his Dada.  And now that he goes to his new school, he gets to spend even more time riding around in the car with his Dad… visiting houses, walking to Peet’s, and playing in the backyard.  Lately, Jake has been pointing to various men around town and yelling,…

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