The very next morning after I wrote about troll bones, it came up again. I know… I’m sure it’s a frequent topic of morning conversation at your house, too. James: “Jaim, we figured out that troll bones have something to do with bows and arrows. We were watching Max &…
In February of last year, just two weeks before Nate was born, Grandma had a horrible fall. We’re not exactly sure what happened, but we know it involved flip flops, a flagstone path, and a face plant. It was terrible. Granddad then e-mailed pictures of her injuries. Poor, poor Dama……
I’d say we can officially declare Jacob fluent in English. Well, I probably should have declared it at least two months ago— consider this declaration retroactive. Now I know the technical distinctions of fluency and the hazards identified by bilingual educators. Essentially adults can be mislead into thinking kids are…
Natesy’s going through that phase where all of a sudden, he’s got an opinion. And my does he have one. What, Jaimie, your child has an opinion? How shocking! I know, I know… they say it skips a generation. On the surface, our little Prince of Wails seems to have…
This morning Nate Dogg turned on the radio in his room and held his own dance party. Natesy’s dancing consists of four moves: the right foot stomp, step forward-step back, twirling, and his signature head nod. The song? “You Down Wit’ OPP.” Yeah you know me.
Recently I asked Super Jake if anybody else in his class comes to school in costume. “Nope.” That’s my boy.
Jake is a lefty… just like his daddy and Grandma. Papa is itching to get him into baseball. Jakey’s into anything that involves throwing, hitting or kicking. And I’d say he’s got a pretty good shot at being a bona fide athlete. Now Nate. We don’t know Nate’s handedness yet,…
i love impossibly long eyelashes & drooldrops & hand dimples & towheaded curls & cheeks like cha siu bao & enviable lips & rubber band wrists & sunlight through little ears & square feet in round shoes & big bashful eyes & those thighs & you
i love almond eyes & straight dark lashes & sandy curls & an upturned nose & matching toes & dramatic expressions & apple cheeks & perfect ears & little creased chins & irresistible grins & you
Yesterday I caught Nate moving the toilet paper roll from the holder on the wall to the back of the toilet tank. That’s what his daddy does so he can’t reach it.