Jakey’s buddy Costa is infamous for his love of garbage trucks. You might even call it an obsession. He wakes up like clockwork to see them. He has numerous toy garbage trucks. He even watches garbage truck home movies. Whenever we hear or see a garbage truck, Jake always asks…
This morning the microwave timer rings, signaling my hot tea is ready. “Jacob help you Mama! Jacob open it.” “Thank you JJ. That is so helpful.” “No ploblem!”
Natesy is a sock loser. We’ve already lost a red driving shoe and two red cowboy boot socks. We’re down to only one pair of red argyles. This reminds me of a quote I will never forget from Carson on Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, “My mom always said…
Last night Jake went to bed with his flashlight and his little owl book. Such a cute book because the kid owl wants to go to bed but the mommy and daddy owls make him stay up and play and read stories and drink water. Anyway, all of a sudden…
Today on my drive up 280 I was following a Miata with the vanity plate: NUDST66 Of course I passed on the left and took a good long look. Total disappointment. He was wearing an ugly Hawaiian shirt.
Mother Nature makes sure that the sound of your own kids’ little voices is just the cutest thing you have ever heard. Really. On occasion, I’ll admit I’ve heard a little kid talking at a restaurant table nearby and thought to myself, “Oh my gosh. That voice is like a cartoon adult…
So unfortunately, we’re still battling the carnal desire to bite. It’s very infrequent, and mostly clothes, but still considered overly menacing for the civilized world. We found out the cartoon movie Madagascar has a clear and apt message, “Don’t bite your friends.” Just the message we’re trying to send! The…
It’s so hard to keep up with the pace of life… especially when “phases” can last a few days to a few short weeks. A few little sayings that I know won’t be around forever: “Whaeezat?” and “Whoeezat” (What is that? and Who is that?) “I deeyit!” (I did it!) “Lay…
Last week I was changing Nate’s clothes and absentmindedly singing as his little legs were going buck wild. “1, 2 skip to my lou. 1, 2 skip to my lou. 1, 2 skip to my lou… skip to my lou my darlin’.” Okay, I’ve just looked-up the words to this…
I never thought anyone would say this, but here goes: I love living in an airport flight path. In the beginning, a long time ago, there were two kinds of airplanes: Mama airplanes and Baby airplanes. Of course this made Mama feel special given the world revolves around Daddy. But…