So today I went trekking through Garagelandia… a remote and generally overlooked part of Balconia. I encountered numerous ruins. The remains of previous lives such as golf clubs and mountain bikes… And as I was sifting through the detritus, I felt the metal shelves begin to buckle. I found myself…
Jakey and Natesy received long overdue haircuts today from Toni. If Nate were to title his home salon experience, he’d definitely go with Death by a Thousand Cuts. Little does he know, it could be worse. His daddy has a Flowbie.
I’ve just arrived and as I’d hoped, Balconia is perfect this time of year. Today I enjoyed the local offerings of various artisans and craftsmen, as well as a provincial eatery. This is the life…
Tonight is officially sabbatical eve. In just two short days I’m off to Balconia for all of October and November. I. Can’t. Wait. “Balconia, where is that?” people say. It sounds so exotic. So romantic. So secluded. Is that near Estonia? The Balkans? Balconia is apparently what you say when…
I’d say it’s time for a rundown of what 18-month-old Big Boy Nate is saying these days. We’ve got, in alphabetical order: agua, all done, apple, baba, ba(ll), bir(die), boo(k), button, bye-bye, dada, ho(t), JJ, mama, nigh-nigh, upordown, up, and mo(re). Plus we get tongue clack galloping (when asked what…
Friday morning Jakey asks me, “Mama, do you have hot air balloons at your work?” “What? No, I don’t think so.” “Yes, yes you have hot air balloons. Remember you saw them?” And then I recall calling home very early in the morning, as I was taking a brisk stroll…
OK, we’ve had a major breakthrough. Jacob has recently divulged, well proclaimed is probably more accurate, the address of his work. Drum roll please…. #3 EastWest Do you know it? Me neither. So I broke out my handy dandy Google map. Looks like we have an Eastwest Road in Nashville,…
Here’s an exchange I’ve now had on more than one occasion: Me: “Jakey, what’d you do at school today?” Jacob: “Nussing.” Me: “Nothing! What am I paying those teachers for? What did you eat for lunch?” Jacob: “Nussing!” Me: “They didn’t feed you? I’m outraged! I pay a lot of…
This afternoon, Nate came running into our bedroom holding a pair of little boy pants and a green long-sleeved t-shirt. He held them up to James and me and gleefully exclaimed one of his typical sing-song sentences… something that sounds like English, but it well… isn’t. The clothes were of…
Yesterday I was busy trying to clean the kitchen and entertain the bear cubs. That’s my new name for them. I’m not sure exactly what I did, but Jacob admonished me about something, ending his sentence with, and I quote, “Young Lady!” Clearly I’m losing ground.