Screen time— it’s a modern day parenting fixation. How to strike that perfect balance between not raising miniature zombie couch potatoes and utter survival? Research shows the magical number is two… as in no more than two hours a day. Which at our house generally translates into two shows. Shows are…
There are certain pictures of both Jake and Nate that just melt my heart… a phrase that seems particularly overused in the female social media sphere. I’ve never seen a guy I know post a comment like, “Oh, my heart melts.” I bet Jerry Seinfeld could do miraculous things with that little…
Back when Jake had just turned three and Nate was semi-walking/crawling/eating anything he could get his fat little fists on, I remember a specific morning at Santana Row. We were sitting on a bench as the boys explored and climbed and fortunately, it was quite early, so they weren’t cutting-off…
In a previous post I’ve mentioned the phenomenon of SportsCenter— a short ESPN TV show that allows you to catch-up on the latest sports highlights without having to binge watch athletic events all weekend and thus protecting your ability to “hang.” Apparently it airs up to twelve times per day. In…
Yesterday I caught-up on some long overdue clothes management. Nate’s drawers have been overflowing with shirts that “aren’t cool.” While Jake has almost nothing to wear except school uniforms and “pocket shirts.” Pocket shirts also fall squarely in the crosshairs of the “not cool” target. I would describe them as high…
Halloween in December? It’s this blog’s aspiration to make you feel two months younger… Six years ago, we moved into our neighborhood in October. And lucky for us, our thoughtful neighbors, Kohlee and Gayle, stopped by and warned us. I think their exact words were, “Hi. Has anyone warned you…
Last year I came up with the brilliant idea of creating my own gift guide because November and December are such slow, boring months that I’m always tooling around wondering what to do with all of this free time?… This is the time of year when I clearly like to…
Jacob says to me this evening as he’s getting ready for bath time, “I’m so glad I’m not a girl.” “What? Why?” “Because I don’t have to deal with that baby pushing problem.” “Uh…yeah.” “What… it’s hard!” Don’t I know it.
When Jake was four he started asking me a lot of questions about God. More specifically, he’d spring a “Who’s our God?” question on me when I was checking-out at the grocery store or signing him in at daycare. He was also quite intrigued with “the baby Jesus” and church. Desiring…
It was one of those Halloweens where we were ahead of the game: Costumes? Check. Two identical zombie hunters. Something to pass out? Check. Let’s do plastic witch fingers. Decorations? Check. Why buy yellow “Caution” tape when they sell red “DANGER” tape? But when I saved up all of our…