Jacob and Daddy don’t spend a lot of time in the car, but the time they do spend seems to be quite the bonding experience. When asked, “What kind of musica do you like?” Jake frequently answers, “Reggae!” Just like his mama. Not only does he rule the roost, he…
As Jake cozies up to me in the morning, “Hi Mama. I want to talk to you six minutes.” Referring to the Toureg, “I want to drive my new car six minutes.” Since this seems to be the magic number, I’ve tried it with varying degrees of success over the…
This is what Baby Nake looks like when Mama sings “I’ve got the moves like Jagger.” Yes, I’m that good. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=suRsxpoAc5w
I spend a lot of time making sure Baby Nate is not in harm’s way. Harm being another name for his enthusiastic and sometimes spastic, loving and roaring older sibling. “Jakey, are you being careful?” “I just rubbing him. I just rubbing Baby Nake.” “Gentle. Gentle. Jacob, no jumping around…
Every morning Jakey plays with me while I drink one cup of hot tea. It’s one of the best parts of my day. The other day I had my laptop out and he points to the keypad. “There’s a mouse in der Mama. A mouse in the computer.” “Ahhh, yes.…
Yesterday was Baby Nate’s very first half birthday! I can hardly believe that I’ve been blogging since Jake’s first half birthday… almost exactly two years ago. I owe Natesy a longing look at a Kara’s cupcake this weekend to celebrate… I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t like it anyway. Over the…
Yesterday as we were driving, Jakey pointed out a “taxi car.” “Look, a taxi car right there!” “Oh yeah. Looks like there’s a cowboy driving it. Two out of three taxi cabs are gross Jacob. GroW-Os!” James says this as he is reminded of a taxi ride in the city…
On top of the carpet, All covered with toys, I lost my baby meatball, When watching my boys. Nate rolled off the rug, On to the wood floor, And then my sweet meatball, Rolled onto all fours. He rolled onto his back, And back onto his tummy, And then my little…
Most people don’t know this, but I have a sister. And her name is Jennifer Anne. No, neither of my parents committed some unknown indiscretion you were previously unaware of. In fact, Jennifer Anne and I adopted each other as spiritual sisters many many years ago during a highly eventful…
They’re rebuilding the school around the corner from our house. It’s quite exciting as it involves giant piles of dirt and lots of big tractors and backhoes and other heavy equipment. Every time we drive by in the car Jake asks, “Where the tractors go? I want to drive it.” …