This past weekend I enjoyed a long anticipated girlfriends weekend, thanks to the generosity of Geoff and Angela. And maybe also the super powers of their new kid-sitting dog, Skipper. We all convened at Jamie A’s in Glendale. It was a perfectly relaxing Moscow Mule drinking, celebrity hiking, pedicure gone…
Remember that part where I told you I’d totally screwed-up? Yeah, well that seems like yesterday, but it was actually the second week of January. Nineteen weeks of our lives have passed as we triple lettered in basketball, flag football and baseball. It’s been a blur of wardrobe changes, snacks,…
Yesterday, Nate was so excited to give me the Mother’s Day present he’d made. It consisted of a colorfully wrapped ceramic caterpillar, which holds his school picture, and an artistic portfolio with a letter and a whole bunch of things about me, written in Spanish. My favorite part of the…
My friend Emily’s parents have one of her childhood poems framed in their downstairs bathroom. It’s so catchy you’ll be repeating it for days after a trip to the loo. It’s accented by an adorable, colorful flower scene. Flowers By Emily Rosenoff Big flowers, Little flowers, Flowers everywhere. I like…
At Tuesday’s game I got a chance to talk to Nate’s buddy Eddie. In Spanish. Eddie is great at holding conversations with me in Spanish. Our interaction went like this: “Yo, Eddie, great to see you! How are you?” “Good, good.” “So, I hear it’s beach day tomorrow. Are you…
Battle Battle Hit it to Seattle! If you don’t, try again Hit it to Michigan! Superman with a bat In his hand Knock it out Wuh Wuh! Knock it out Wuh Wuh! Extra Extra! Read all about it… Jacob’s gonna get a hit, No doubt about it! Battle Battle Hit…
A few months ago I was with the boys upstairs at our local Barnes and Noble. It’s a solid weekend favorite when coupled with a visit to the Apple Store and Nerf gun gazing at Tom’s Toys. So we’re headed down to the checkout and as Nate passes a display…
Have I mentioned it’s baseball season and flag football season? Probably not. Because instead of blogging I’ve been taxiing people around multiple times a week at 4PM. Coordinating high protein snacks and luring them into multiple practices a day via kettle chip. Apparently Kristen’s husband, Jay, calls himself Jyft. Naturally, I’ve…
Nate’s second grade class seems to be deep into their trimester on poetry. Crazy that I remember learning about poetry in second grade, too— Mr. McGuire’s class. This week Nate decided to switch-up his format and proposed he “write a haiku.” “Wow, OK…” was my response. “Remind me how a…
Last weekend we’re walking to our baseball game across the Sinsheimer parking lot; we’re on the Dodgers. Apparently James can’t find it in himself to cheer, “Go Dodgers!” Fortunately, I don’t suffer from this affliction… In any case, I think I float the idea of the boys going to a…