We had a lovely Easter this year. I got Nate to wear a new outfit with little sharks that matched his brother. He made a case for “the black and blue one Superman shirt,” but I prevailed. The Easter Bunny came and Jake fell asleep before he could catch him.…
This morning James and I are unsuccessfully trying to sleep past 6am on a Saturday morning and we are joined by the little one. He starts asking his usual string of questions and it goes something like this: “Mama, why is you so big and Daddy is GIANT?” “Well, we’re…
Last week I was packing for an overnight work trip to Sausalito and was reminded of an incident back in January. Every January I “get to go” to Vegas for a week-long work meeting. Each year my room is exactly the same as the year before. I’ve come to think…
It’s hard to keep up with the many comings and goings of these little rascals. Below are a few of the latest and greatest things I’ve overheard in 2014: Jake (age 4): “Nate, Nate. When you’re done changing your diaper and putting your clothes on, pick out a hat. You…
The boys have been in the bunk beds for months now and it’s time for me to take down the crib and decide what to do with it. Parting with certain baby things is harder than one might expect. Maybe this is why my parents still have my childhood crib…
On our second to last night in Maui, we ventured out for the first time after dark and attended a luau at the Westin near Whaler’s Village. James is fairly certain he saw the exact same luau emcee at his last luau at least ten years ago. Only now, the…
Yesterday afternoon a colleague of mine came to my office door with a plastic vacuum attachment in her hand, the length of her forearm. “Look what I just found in my purse.” “Is that from your vacuum?” I asked. “It’s a sword.” She also has two boys at her house—…
that by the age of five, the average American child has 4,000 toys. I totally made that up, but admit it… for a split-second it seemed feasible, didn’t it?
Every now and then this blog enters the realm I think of as “I hope HR isn’t reading this.” As in: Dear Friendly HR Manager and/or Job Recruiter, Please stop reading this and go back to checking e-mail. This is clearly the life of someone else— not the smart, creative,…
On Tuesday morning we woke up at our usual 0’dark hundred and drove down to Ma’alaea Harbor. On this vacation, we’ve consistently maintained a record of eating two breakfasts each morning. One at home and one “abroad.” On Sunday and Monday we ate second breakfast at the Pioneer Inn in…