This week we got a flier with Jacob’s first pre-school assignment. I thought I had at least another two years before I’d have homework hanging over my head again… So, instead of blogging I should be creating a poster that is all about Jake’s life up until this point. James…
James has been checking my blog visit analytics and apparently one of my highest hits is for “tooth chart for children.” Number 1 is “weimaraners dressed as people”… go figure. So here I am, juking the stats for more visits from total strangers who will hopefully become hopelessly obsessed with…
Last weekend Jacob and I were learning and practicing the concept of rhyming. Bee, Tree. Log, Frog. He’s been quite the fan of repeating, “Yummy in my tummy!” ten gazillion times— one of those catch phrases he brought home from school. So, I ask him, “What rhymes with Jake?” Without…
It’s a big election year. There’s the incumbent, who clearly has strong name recognition, years of experience and some wealthy backers. And then there’s the up-and-comer. He doesn’t play by the rules. An outsider. The “Maverick” if you will. Blue versus Red. Who will be elected President of mess-making? It’s…
Shining a light on bullying has been all the rage… that and apparently there’s some new trend in child rearing where you have your baby sleep on a mattress on the floor, rather than a crib, so as “not to constrain them.” Thank you to my friend Sarah for making…
I am hungry. Every night we sit down to dinner and there’s a little birdie in a highchair, bouncing up and down and making monkey sounds until I shovel bite after bite into his open mouth. When he’s decided he’s full he spits it back out just as fast as…
Lately we’ve been utterly astounded by the memory of this three year old. Case in point: A few months ago James and Jake were up early and on their way out to the car. It was still dark outside and Jakey asks, “Where’s the taxi car? Are we going on…
Probably about six months ago, Jakey and I were in his bottom bunk chatting before bedtime. “Let’s talk ye-ster-day. Whadwedo ye-ster-day?” We’d been reading books and came across some racoons dressed as robbers. Jakey says, “I be a bad man, Mama.” “What? No, you will never be a bad man.”…
Last weekend it was disturbingly quiet. I found Nate in the bathroom, surrounded by what used to be an entire roll of toilet paper, reading magazines. On Friday during our last parent/teacher conference, Noemi told me Nate has exceptional patience and focus.
In January I was up in the city, in the ballroom of the Palace Hotel, prepping for the rehearsal of our annual department awards show. I was gathering-up my things from under the table, I look down, and there is a Cheerio resting on the patterned carpet designed to walk…