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…
I recently watched a home design video professing the importance of a pantry to a well-run household and thus familial bliss. I’m pretty certain Jacob-the-Bottomless-Pit would agree. At the Park house we put a pantry cupboard in our laundry room when we renovated the kitchen. We don’t have any pantry…
Yesterday I finally escaped 12 straight days of lockdown. 12 days of single-parenting house arrest. I reached my lowest point on the second consecutive Saturday of being trapped in pandemic prison. I chose to go to Paso where it was 94 degrees and sweat it out in my car while…
We’ve passed the two year pandemic milestone and well, it’s finally scaled the cliffs of Squire Canyon, creeped across the dusty drive, slithered over the turf lawn, and climbed right up Jacob’s nose. On the morning of Friday, June third, both boys tested positive. With exactly five days left in…
Yesterday morning before school, Nate informed me, with a bit of giddy trepidation, “Mom today’s the first day of sex ed.” Love how they save possibly the most important part of the curriculum for the final eight days of school. And yes, I did sign the permission slip and add…
It’s that time of year where I write a special birthday letter within six months of your actual birthday. Look at me… it’s only been two! I’m such an over-achiever. Let’s get down to it. All the things that make eleven-year-old Nate tick. My dear, dear Nate, I’m not sure…
Way back when, James coined the phrase “Habitat for Jaimie” and boy did Grandma get a kick outta that. It’s true. I like me some beautiful house Pinterest porn. There are much deeper and more meaningful origins to my relationship with home but this is all just a build-up to…