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…
My Dearest Natesy Cakes, No matter how hard I try to stop time, you just keep getting bigger and bigger. You woke-up on the morning of your birthday and were certain you were taller. I measured you and of course, you were. In my annual tradition, it’s time for a mini…
A few weeks ago we had our buddies Cruz and Jackson over for a fightdate. As they were readying the foam arsenal I called out, “No shooting until you get yourselves over to the eye protection drawer!” And Jackson asks in all sincerity, “What’s an eye protection drawer?” Right before…
Dear Birthday Targets, I mean Friends of Jake and Nate, It’s that time of year again. Time for Jake and Nate’s joint birth-day par-tay. Jake’s turning 10 and Nate’s turning 8. Our toy chest is now a war chest and we’ve got the insatiable need to shoot all our favorite…
A few months ago, I presented to a large audience at work using a LEGO analogy. Yes, that’s how I roll. Part of my hook was a tongue-in-cheek comment about probably having more invested in a particular asset than I did in my employer’s stock. I saw a flash of interest in…
Nate has an uncanny knack for people’s names. Learning them. Recalling them. He’s quite adept at navigating his “Russia 2018 World Cup” program, using the table of contents, to confirm what he already knows to be true: Mbappe plays for Paris Saint-Germain. He knows most everybody’s national team and club.…