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…
Today was just another Wednesday under SIP. On Monday night, as a special anniversary dinner, we made a beautiful piece of halibut with mango salsa and chocolate lava cakes. The salsa was one of my go-to recipes in high school. Then last night for cinco de mayo, James recreated our favorite dish…
Monday was our 18th wedding anniversary. And Star Wars Day– May the fourth be with you. And Day 50 of the lockdown life. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
I was rooting around under the vanity in the barn and found a brand-new, unopened package of toilet paper. It was a small thrill. So weird.
It’s Day 47 on house arrest and somehow this is the fastest week I’ve lived in years. I had a couple of crazy good laughs over the last few days. My favorites were the article I read about creative face masks. I can’t stop giggling when I think about the…
On Thursday morning James packed-up the back of the truck with the big aluminum horse trough (aka the cowboy bathtub), a bunch of gear, and the young’uns for two nights at Schilling Ranch. The Ranch is just over 200 acres of oak-studded hills, happy cows, and views of half dome…
Earlier this week, our neighbor Lea sent me a survey via text message. She has a master’s degree in public health from Yale and teaches classes titled No Drama Discipline, The Adolescent Brain and other intimidating titles. We’re still paying penance for the great chicken incident of 2019 so I…
On Tuesday of this week, we picked-up Chinese food and broke quarantine for a rare evening with Papa and Uncle B in Los Osos. Jacob was hell-bent on a lively game of Fucillo Family Monopoly. Now I’m fairly certain I haven’t played Jake in Monopoly since he was six. All…