Surprisingly, I still remember quite a bit from kindergarten. I remember our alphabet letter books and painting outside on easels and little boys hiding under the tables and giggling. I remember my friend Esther inviting me over to play and describing how I would recognize her house because the back…
Last night Jakey left two pieces of Halloween candy in the bag for the Book Elf, which reminded me of a recent story: Spanish-immersion kindergarten brings a lot of new vocabulary and worksheets and cultural opportunities into our world. This year it was a hands-on, speed course in El Día de…
Yesterday was December first. Just twenty three shopping days left. And of course the first day the Book Elf should have come. I think this weird unknown wet stuff falling from the sky must have confused him and he couldn’t navigate the giant, treacherous mud pit that is our front…
One of my mom’s favorite stories to tell is about the day I came home from kindergarten and announced, “Pointing with your middle finger is against the school rules.” Most moms would probably reply, “Good to know! It certainly should be.” But my mom, my mom is not like most…
I’m a girl of many projects. It’s really the theme of my entire existence. It appears it’s genetic, as my dad seems to have a similar propensity. And I think I’ve passed it down to Jacob. This week James asks, “Hey Jake, wanna play Little League?” And Jake answers, “Yes!”…
Last year we were into super heroes. But this year, this year we’re into dragons. OK, we’re still into super heroes, but maybe only if they’re training dragons. Around August, in a quiet moment, Nate took the opportunistic silence to declare, “I want to be a Twansfowmewr for Halloween.” “A…
Dear Santa, I’ve been having good behavior these past few days. How are you doing? Have you been fattening up this year? Ha ha ha! About that… I wanted you to give me for Christmas this projector of Spiderman that I saw at Toys R Us and I want you…
On the eve of my newest nephew’s birthday, I’ve been struck by an undeniably clear life-truth: Aunts and uncles are the source of all evil. Maybe that didn’t come out right… what I meant to say is that kids get all of their contraband from the siblings of their moms…
One of Nate’s favorite games is to make me a bed on the living room floor. He invented it— I’m just an innocent participant. First he gets me a pillow to lay my head on. Then he gets a “baybit” and covers me like a large, perfectly fanned wedding train.…
I’m music illiterate. Honestly. I learned about Gangnam Style from kids on Jake’s preschool playground. I kept asking, “What are they saying?” Well, technically I can read music… many years of piano lessons and I was first chair flute in eighth grade. Ask me to tell you the story about my music…