Author: Jaimie
Rhyme Time
For exactly 41 days, Devon is seven, and Nate is eight.
Surf n’ Turf
This weekend was our second to last All Stars tournament here in the slo town. Yesterday it was perfectly sunny and 75. I should have anticipated that it draws teams from hours away. Based on the large number of teams, we had our first game Friday night. 7PM at the end of…
The Soup Pot
And then on November 3rd, I may have posted the following on Nextdoor… The Soup Pot At the risk of inviting unwanted internet animal activism, I’m writing this post in a moment of need. We’re looking for someone possessing the skills to humanely butcher our big, young rooster. Our peaceful…
Fartin’ Rooster
Jake and Nate are keeping lifetime score of any and all verbal transgressions their adult role models may utter in a moment of weakness. My moment of infamy is the time the boys and I were parked at a gas station in Prunedale. We were on our way to Santa Cruz when James…
Your Number
This weekend we had our first “sleep away” tournament. On Friday night we made it down to the Sideways Inn in Santa Ynez. The boys hitched a ride with their friends and when I finally arrived after work, they were all hopped-up on the excitement of roaming the halls of…
Chick Lid
So Mohawk, Pipsqueak and Silver spent their chickhood in the artist’s studio. It was secure. It was warm. And it soon smelled, unfortunately, like a real coop. Over the spring, they graduated from a red, rinky-dink cardboard corral to a big metal horse trough. Silver was the most tame, followed…
Hoarse
So it always goes something like this: Jacob, James, Nate. Maybe me. This is the predictable course of every common school-age fever, sneeze, rash, or barf bug as it makes its way through our household. Jacob is our entry point. Every. Single. Time. This year we seemed to get through…
Rocket Science
This afternoon, we made it back from Ojai in time for Nate’s All Stars soccer practice. It was a beautiful, warm afternoon and I offered to help put the goal together with one of the dads. We found ourselves staring at approximately 15 metal tubes with various colors of tape…
Approaching Expectations
December. Elves working nights and weekends. Planning for 2020. And of course, workplace performance reviews. Earlier this week, I warned the boys on our drive up the mountain, “Now listen. I have to get my year-end review done tonight, so I have to work on it after dinner.” Nate, “What? Your…