When I was little, there was this dog that lived next door to my friend Nealy. I remember it being really yippy and it would chase the car up the dirt road every time we drove up to her house. For some reason she would call it Fang Doooooggie! It…
Apparently it’s carrot week for Baby Cillo– 3/4 of a pound and about 10.5 inches long. Or as James put it, 3 quarter pounders? Yes, I’m sure BabyCenter.com is about to roll-out a new version of their e-mails, providing baby development size estimates based on your favorite fast food: from…
Tonight Jakey said his very first sentence. The day after his 19-month birthday. And it was: Read me book. I’m pleasantly surprised that it encompasses such a positive theme and behavior… even if it’s a little commanding and abrupt. If I think about what I might have expected his first sentence…
Snips and snails and puppy dog tails. That’s what little boys are made of. Sugar and spice and everything nice. That’s what little girls are made of. Mac & cheese, raisin bran, breakfast sausages, and rootbeer floats. That’s what Jakey was made of. Soup and seafood and panini sandwiches. That’s what…
When Jake was a little bitty baby, he would take his hand and rub it back and forth across my collarbone like a windshield wiper. My mom said it was weird. She’s always rubbing her nose. Pot and Kettle? Then I had to be very careful because whenever I was…
This is my last blog… Not ever! Just about the topic of all the words Jakey can say. At 18 months, we’ve hit a vocab barrage. What has made this especially challenging is that our little copykitten is now a parrot. Honestly, he can say just about anything I can…
In Italian, our last name, Fucillo, is pronounced Foo-chee-lo. People who claim to know Italian say it means something about shooting or rifle or sniper? I don’t know… contrary to the many compliments I get about my “namesake pasta.” And since we decided the genders of our babies will be…
For several months now, there has been new emphasis in our lives. Frankly, almost everything Jake says is followed by that many times overly used grammatical symbol, the exclamation point. It all began with “Oh no!” (combined with one hand on each cheek ala Macaulay Culkin). This is still uttered…
James is always asking me, “Where did this kid come from?” I now have an answer. And that answer, surprisingly, is Boston. Boston? Yes. We’ve just made the connection. Every day, we now get in the “Cah… cah!” Pretty soon we’ll be pahking in Havahd Yahd.
At 18 months, I’m kind of surprised about what Jake knows. For example, he knows that you lick the lid of the foil after you peel it off the top of yogurt… and then to wash the container when you’re done, before you put it in the recycling bin. He…