Jake has brought home a couple of new Room 7 songs to add to the family playlist and they go like this: I’m a little acorn brown lying on the cold, cold ground. Everybody steps on me, ‘cuz I am a nut you see. I’m a nut, (clack-clack) I’m a…
I can’t believe I’ve let almost two entire weeks pass without mentioning… ANNOUNCING… the two newest members of our family! *gasp* You broke the “no pets till you’ve reached the point where you can be trusted with your own steak knife” rule? Not me, my friend. James. He’s also the…
I remember sometime earlier this year, I was driving to work on 280 and saw my first Google driverless car. I couldn’t see what the driver was doing… I think his eyes were open. Needless to say, I gave that Prius a wide berth. It would be just like an…
Tonight I’m in the lower bunk with Jacob and he asks for a Super Jake story involving a “tacodile.” Fortunately, I’m familiar. Somehow the movie marketeers have reached me with their Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2 trailer tactics. Note: a tacodile, technically tacodile supreme, is a crocodile with a…
Quite some time ago, Jake declared green as his favorite color. He gets all the green sippy cups. And the green toothbrush. And green trail shoes. And he thinks he likes green apples. Meanwhile, Nate has been… let’s just say, unable, to express his color preferences until just recently. By…
By my calculations, we’ve been going to swimming lessons for 34 weeks. No joke. We’ve only missed four Saturdays in that time. Plus on most Saturdays this summer, we also went outside to play in the kid pool and hot tub for at least two hours. And today goes down…
Oh the dreaded “incident report.” A one page, illegible paper that comes home from preschool, generally three days after said “incident.” It’s a fluid document; quite versatile— used in a variety of situations from playground road rash to well… you’ll see. The last incident report we got for Jake was…
I’d say you’re never quite as in-tune with your daily vocabulary as you are when trying to raise two moderately civilized English-speaking monkeys. I still remember that at Esther’s house, we could only say ‘rump.’ My second grade teacher, Mr. McGuire, had us calling it our gluteus maximus. And I…
This past Saturday I had my first evening out with Nathaniel James; just the two of us. It went like this: We decided to go out in the afternoon since this was our first official night on the town. He asked me to drive. At first glance, it didn’t appear…
I recently enjoyed brunch with eight of my dearest high school pirates/friends of all time. It was wondrous in that I just picked a date, sent out an Evite, and everyone showed-up. Absent were the thirty e-mails it usually takes us to pick a date. Plus three Doodle calendars. And…