I think I’ve mentioned something about Nate and climbing… If my kids were goats, Jakey is a farm goat and Natesy is a mountain goat. Every time we turn around, Nate has figured out how to climb up something we’d previously considered “safe.” We find him standing on the coffee…
At one point Jakey was trilingual. At least in the case of one word: mo. He could express the word “more” in English, Spanish, and his own version of American Sign Language. I wonder what the odds are for two babies, born two years apart, to have the same first…
Jacob has kind of an interesting accent… and its origins are fairly murky. I have a hard time replicating it in writing, but I always notice it when he’s talking. It comes out not only in his pronunciation, but also in his use of the various parts of speech. It’s…
Tonight at the dinner table, Jakey told me his very first joke: Mama, what do cats say when they get hurt? Meeeoooooouch. It was hilarious. Guess you had to be there.
Admittedly, I’ve always been unsympathetic to what I’ll call Mom Frump. Jeans with white Reeboks. Scrunchies. Headbands. You’ve seen their pictures in Glamour magazine— unsuspecting moms sporting fashion faux pas and black bars over their eyes. Just because you have kids doesn’t mean you grab your appliqued sweatshirt, slip-on your…
Every night at bedtime we have an elaborate routine that begins with bath time and ends with “talking yes-ter-day.” Talking yesterday is basically going over what we did yesterday. The last few nights Jake has changed it up and now likes me to tell him a story and then he…
On Sunday we went to Jakey’s friend Brady’s third birthday party at the Children’s Discovery Museum. It was all about dinosaurs, those little roll-up party horns and unnatural colors of frosting. After we got hopped-up on sugar and paraphernalia dinosauria, we decided to check-out the museum. Jake’s favorite stop was…
Last Friday I received the following video from Miss Dulce at lunchtime: http://youtu.be/wed_o_xb6JQ
It started with him laying on his side to look up at us. It was so funny— like a little super model posing for the camera with a hand behind his head and the other on his hip. Then he started dragging his little legs behind him. And finally he…
“Mama, I’m the Daddy froggy and you’re the Mama froggy.” (squeaky voice which I guess is how amphibians and puppies talk) “OK.” “What are you doing Mama froggy?” “I’m changing Nate’s dirty diaper.” “I’m the Daddy froggy.” “Oh good. Then how ’bout you change Nate’s diaper.” “Nope, I can’t. I’m…