Yesterday I finally escaped 12 straight days of lockdown. 12 days of single-parenting house arrest. I reached my lowest point on the second consecutive Saturday of being trapped in pandemic prison. I chose to go to Paso where it was 94 degrees and sweat it out in my car while…
We’ve passed the two year pandemic milestone and well, it’s finally scaled the cliffs of Squire Canyon, creeped across the dusty drive, slithered over the turf lawn, and climbed right up Jacob’s nose. On the morning of Friday, June third, both boys tested positive. With exactly five days left in…
Yesterday morning before school, Nate informed me, with a bit of giddy trepidation, “Mom today’s the first day of sex ed.” Love how they save possibly the most important part of the curriculum for the final eight days of school. And yes, I did sign the permission slip and add…
It’s that time of year where I write a special birthday letter within six months of your actual birthday. Look at me… it’s only been two! I’m such an over-achiever. Let’s get down to it. All the things that make eleven-year-old Nate tick. My dear, dear Nate, I’m not sure…
Way back when, James coined the phrase “Habitat for Jaimie” and boy did Grandma get a kick outta that. It’s true. I like me some beautiful house Pinterest porn. There are much deeper and more meaningful origins to my relationship with home but this is all just a build-up to…
Last weekend Nate and I soldiered 10-ish hours in the car, there and back, to a Mustangs tournament in Davis. It was a lot of I-5. But it was also probably the best our Mustangs team has played since we joined just over a year ago. On Saturday we won…
Personal hygiene has been a running theme for many years at this point, though we’ve long since stopped with the second parental tooth brushing and I do not fall for the “smell my armpits” schtick. Armpits have been a “development” opportunity for several years now. The turning point was definitely…
Today was a foggy, rainy day which continue to be few and far between. I haven’t worked on boys’ “clothes management” in awhile. It’s hard to believe this used to be my second job not so long ago and it reminded me of a conversation from a few months back. “Hey Nate,…
On my last milestone birthday we took a trip to Ashland, Oregon– Home of the Ren Faire. No, that’s a joke! It’s not Home of the Ren Faire Jillana. It’s the home of an amazing little theatre community and famous for their Shakespeare. Not the same thing but I digress……
When Nate was a little blond cherub we would rub noses and he would say, “You so cute and I so cute.” It was darling. And I’m sure he’s gotten quite comfortable being the smallest, cutest member of our family. Then there were these times during the pandemic where the…