ish. On June eighth, the boys started soccer camp in Arroyo Grande. Our first taste of normalcy in months. The boys had turned pale after weeks spent mostly indoors. Possibly translucent. Honestly, Nate looked vaguely green. The boys had a great week of soccer. There were some aches and pains,…
On Monday of this week, June fifteenth, Day 94 of lockdown, we added a new crisis to the global-health-economic-meltdown-social-justice list: wildfire. That afternoon, I’m working in the barn, Jacob’s just finishing his last College for Kids class of the day, Nate’s at soccer camp in AG, and James is at…
It sounds crazy town when I say the boys don’t fight. With each other. I have never once heard my children call each other buttface, which is something my own mother could never claim. Now with us there is still plenty of sass, particularly Nate’s response to every request with the…
On Friday afternoon I got an email from UK International announcing there were still spots left in their Arroyo Grande Safe Soccer Camp. No marketing email in the history of marketing emails has ever proven such perfect attribution and immediate behavioral action. I started signing my children up for any…
Ever since the new lawn went in I’ve been basking. That basically looks like me stumbling out of the barn in the evening with the Zoom flu, and laying on the artificial grass, basking in the sun. During the first week Jacob caught a lizard and then lulled it into…
Back in the days after Friday the 13th, the emails started. School’s closed. Work’s closed. Life’s closed. The hardest ones were the Camp’s closed. Jacob was heart-broken when I had to break the news about the new and exciting virtual Cuesta College for Kids! He wasn’t having it… though he’s come around.…
My dearest Nate, It’s that time of year where your birthday was 13 weeks ago and I’m just now getting around to writing my favorite letter of the year– your birthday letter. The one where I do my best to capture just a little glimpse into who you are, what you…
My blogging frequency has taken a hit ever since James implemented a new family TV night post dinner. What we watch rotates. And all “little screens” are banned. Based on this new schedule we’ve dug up a few classics including Swiss Family Robinson. Interspersed with several they made me watch called, Ready…
When the boys were little, their feet were square. Pudgy blocks on the ends of pudgy blocks for legs. It’s no wonder they couldn’t reliably stand. Getting shoes on their fat little feet cubes was an effective alternative to going to the gym. At some point their feet started growing…
Sometime last year the boys and I were in a dark movie theatre watching previews. In between trailers there was a moment of silence, the screen turned midnight blue for two beats, and Jacob audibly groaned. Followed by an immediate crescendo into the Frozen theme song. I was stunned. How did he…