Jakey has always been a fiend for logistics. Around this time last year I remember him proposing a plan where we were supposed to take him hunting with Granddad and “Grandma will watch Nake. Nake is too little for hunting, right?” (shaking his head matter-of-factly). Sometimes he tells me how…
The phases around here go so fast I can hardly keep up. There were the days of Nate clearing his throat. Then the two weeks of stuttering, “wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-where Jakey go?” I resisted googling childhood stuttering for as long as I could. Luckily it’s passed. One day I noticed that “Nake”…
Dear Santa, I’ve been thinking about what I’d like for Christmas and here is the list. I want a lot of things. A boiling water maker to make stew and everything with hot water A real pirate ship high to the clouds A bike that shoots puffs of smoke out…
Before Jakey’s third birthday he was relentless about one thing: a Jeep. Grandma and Granddad got him a monster-truck-like Jeep from the flea market. I bought him a little preschooler remote control Jeep. He opened them all with feigned enthusiasm. Honestly. You could practically hear the “eh” in his little two-year-old…
We’re always quizzing our kids. I’m convinced it makes them smarter. Or at least passes the time on long car rides without investing in a fancy in-car DVD player. We test them a lot on flags. There is no logic as to the subjects of these pop quizzes. Two weekends…
I think I’ve let three weeks go by without commemorating the end of our 4 pound bottle of ketchup. 64 ounces… dusted. I don’t know how I could let such a momentous occasion pass by. Looks like that bottle lasted us five months, which means we’re averaging about a pound…
Jakey is all bones and elbows and knees these days, but Nate… Nate is incredibly edible. I don’t know if it’s his pudgy hands, his over-the-waistband tummy… those curls? And I’m not the only one who’s noticed. Everybody just wants to eat him up. So, clearly he is afraid of being…
Jacob’s Halloween story begins on Halloween Eve. All Hallows’ Eve Eve? So I come home that night and the boys are already gathered round the dinner table. I give them each a kiss and offhandedly ask Jake why he’s wearing a different shirt from the one he went to school…
As I’ve mentioned, Nate is perpetually Superman. “I’m Superman. I FLY!” (crash) It’s probably been about two weeks of: Superman shirt into Superman pajamas into Superman shirt into Superman pajamas. I’m embarrassed to admit that last week I sent him to school in his brother’s dirty Superman shirt because it…
My mom tells this story about how one day I came home from kindergarten and declared earnestly, “Pointing with your middle finger is against the school rules.” Of course my mom had to test this decree, “Why Jaimie?” “I don’t know… it just is.” And there you have it. A…