Growing-up in Santa Cruz meant I was indoctrinated early into the competitive thrill of one of my favorite care ride boredom busters: Punch Buggy. This is the game where you see a Volkswagon bug, yell out the color and the associated phrase, and then gleefully sock your fellow passengers. Plus you…
In mid-December, we enjoyed a wonderful weekend visit from our dear, dear friends, Andrea and Andreas. Yes, we mostly like them because their names match way worse than ours. I’m kidding. Andrea was my very first work mentor, way, way back when Ebay was the darling of the dot com…
Nate is six-going-on-seven and let’s just say, he pretty much floats through life. Maybe it’s a youngest kid thing? He’s never entirely sure where he is in time and space. Most mornings he asks, “Is it a school day?” He still references things that happened months or years in the…
It’s December fourth. And almost unfathomable that it’s been 360 days since our little world changed. James left for Stanford last night for a series of appointments and scans today. This generally coincides with the soles of my feet prickling all day with anxiety and me recommitting to meditation instead of listening…
What’s in a name? There are entire books written on the subject. I read once that the names you choose for your kids are mostly about the image you’re trying to project as parents. I never really could wrap my head around why our boys ended up with old-timey biblical…
Two to wash, two to dry Two who wrestle, two who cry Two to kiss, two to hug and best of all, two to love Jacob and Nathaniel are ecstatic to introduce Piper Annabeth Aphrodite Fucillo & Perseus Lightning Hazel Fucillo Piper and Lightning were born with their seven brothers in the early…
Santa is a girl. You know it. So is the Easter Bunny. And since I’m assailing assumptions and trashing traditions, I’m also getting a little bored with the Want Need Wear Read Christmas categorization of the mommy blog world. It seems like this is just the year to blow ’em up…
This year it seems Halloween materialized in our rearview mirror, out of nowhere, tailgated us at 90mph and then passed us on the right. By the time we realized what had hit us, it was Wednesday. Our school doesn’t allow us to wear costumes to celebrate Halloween, which is worthy of…
My mom tells this story about one afternoon when I was little, baking with my grandmother, Sweetie. I honestly have almost zero memories of my grandmother that don’t involve her cooking or baking. There was one time I remember her yelling at my cousin Kimmy for dropping and exploding an…
It’s true, the summer of 2016 was possibly one of the best summers of my life. Minus the moving part of course. What made it so good you ask? First, I ate three and a half months worth of perfect peaches, sometimes two a day. Not one single mealy bite. …