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…
I’ve never been much of a sports watcher. I’ve always liked playing ’em but watching ’em? Not so much. Until we watched a Netflix show on Manchester City. And now I really look forward to their Saturday and Wednesday Premier League games. This afternoon we picked-up sandwiches from Lincoln deli…
We’re fortunate we get to eat a lot of meals together these days. Three squares really. I’m pretty sure Nate is skinny not so much because of all his running, but more because during mealtimes is when he’s running… his mouth. He’s a boy of few words, except when it’s lunch…
This week marks one full month from that dreaded Friday the 13th when an email from the school Superintendant, Dr. Prater, made this whole thing real. Now I look fondly upon that naive me that couldn’t imagine how we’d survive three weeks without school. And had never heard of Dr. Prater. …
When Jacob was little and lacked enough money and lost teeth to afford Pokémon cards, he started making his own. We have little tiny bits of paper everywhere of imaginative Pokémon cards with 1,000,000,000,000,000 health. I love them. At some point last year Jake offhandedly comments to me, “Mom, I’ve…
It was about 1:30PM yesterday when the Easter Bunny remembered that today is Easter Sunday. I guess he’d just been lounging around watering his orchids and updating contractual term sheets or something. He made a quick call to the local chocolatier as he’s very committed to supporting small businesses. They had a…
Sometime this winter the phrase “OK Boomer” caught on like wildfire. It became the talk of the playground. Over Christmas it was Nate’s go-to embarrassing catch-phrase. Everywhere we went the boys were busy loudly pointing out “Boomers.” They’re obsessed. It’s a bit like those days when little Jake would yell…
Over the July fourth holiday, we all headed to Flatrock. It’s a family tradition to bring all the cousins together for several days of roughin’ in the Pennsylvanian wilderness. Flatrock makes us all especially hungry for all the food. As we shopped at Weiss market for lunch supplies, I was…
Apparently it was Thursday.