This past Sunday I was attempting to languish in an old and lavish pastime from my youth I like to call, “reading magazines.” When I was younger, my mom and I would spend entire afternoons laying around the living room. And my dad would always come in covered in dirt…
Nate can talk. I know, I know. I’m always proclaiming this. But every time I do, it’s because it’s like he can actually talk now. Each time he crosses some invisible developmental speech level, it’s just so… apparent. There are very few times when I can’t tell what he’s saying…
Yesterday morning I woke up at 4:55am, 5 minutes before I’d set my alarm to go off. I stealthily got dressed, got an exemplary free parking spot near the train station… And then proceeded to board a slow train to nowhere. Technically it was a slow train to the city……
The very next morning I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom and saw Nate run past the door and down the hall, clutching his baybit, “Liiilon Coming!” I quick shut the door and hoped it was like me, preferring tapas over full-size entrees.
So Natesy’s fear of lilons has been quite the roller coaster. Maybe a bit over a month ago we were playing in the backyard and Nate would point over the fence to the neighbors yard, “Lilon?” “No, no lilon.” Then he’d point to the side yard, “Lilon!” “No, no lilon.”…
This evening I stopped by Safeway and bought the biggest ketchup they had. I’m tired of always finding I can barely get a splattering for my scrambled eggs. It says it’s 4 pounds of Heinz goodness… a half gallon. I’m taking wagers on how long we think it will take…
As hopefully everyone knows (we all have a mom, right?), yesterday was Mother’s Day. I knew something good was about to happen because A) James got out of bed as soon as Jakey woke-up, which rarely happens and B) a short time later I heard the slap-slap-slap of Crocs in…
Have I ever told you about one of the best days of my life? I think it was a Friday, I’m not entirely sure. In any case, it felt like a Friday. You know that Friday feeling. I do know that I got on the train and instead of opening…
Yes I know. I told you not to read the warning on your bunk bed. But I didn’t tell you not to read the warning on mine: First up, the word entrapment freaks me out. How can I fall asleep with visions of a bed that could silently squeeze the…
So I was going to write a day-by-day account of the pacifier weaning process. But then life took over, the sun rose, the sun set, and one morning I woke up and realized a week had passed and I could confidently declare that the occupation is over and we’re withdrawing…