The last ten days are a blur of hospital hallways, parking garages, texts, and rainstorms. We are so deeply grateful for the outpouring of support and love from friends and family far and wide. I know I’m falling down on my texting gig. I’ve been in a night school crash course…
My dearest Jacob, It’s November and I’ve let the timing of my annual letter get away from me. As you would say, at least ten times a day… My bad. I find it daunting to roll-up all of your life into a neat little birthday blog. I don’t even know… I can make…
Yesterday we drove down to Santa Maria for our second to last CCU game of the season. They’re at the bottom of the table and we’re at the top, so it was shaping-up to be a confidence-boosting start to the weekend. Our initial goal of the game was Nate’s very first header goal. …
About a week ago we were all driving in the car and Jacob says, “Remember that time when Nate was little and he was like, ‘I want to go to all the lands… Disneyland. Legoland. Yogurtland.’”
It’s hard to believe we’ve been avid participants in the youth sports world for at least a decade. I started Jake at Off the Wall soccer when he was only about a year and a half old. He just ran around where the coach pointed. I was like, “Yeah, he…
We just got home from the finale of our first CCU tournament of the season. My throat hurts I’m so horse. Get it, we’re the mustangs… sheesh tough crowd. But I totally killed it with my new nickname for the head ref that looks like Colonel Sanders– K Ref C. …
On Tuesday I took Jacob to Dr. Lindsey’s to get his braces on. I stand corrected, his Invisilign. Only eighth graders in the ’20’s would have the option to unapologetically wear masks covering half their faces and have the option of clear teeth straightening. It’s so unfair. As I took…
In August of 2010 I made this list of goals: With James, raise outstanding children. Travel the world. Build a house. Own a business. Give back. I just left the county building with my arms filled with a huge pile of approved plans and after countless years, an official building permit.…
Is it a problem when you’re getting dressed and you find yourself thinking, “Have I had this shirt longer than I’ve had Jacob? Looks like I’ve answered my own question.
The topic of girls remains taboo in this house. I’m fairly certain 51% of the world either doesn’t exist or is invisible, not unlike the rollback of our rights by 50 years. But I digress… I’d never put my sons anywhere near that extremist club. So girls are an unthinkable topic that…