Even when Jacob was little, he had this knack for saying things that sounded like words, but clearly weren’t. Lately, he’ll be doing various things such as playing with the squeegee in the shower, or rooting around in the tupperware drawer, repeating over and over “Some-uh-bic, Some-uh-bic, Some-uh-bic.” We’re not…
My friend Emily wrote me a birthday card this year that talked about an article she had recently read. In the article, it described the things that make people happy and pointed out that 1. experiences tend to make people happier than material posessions and 2. anticipation of something increases…
On Friday afternoon I had our last ultrasound with my doctor. Our little cantaloupe is right on track at 5 lbs. and fortunately looks like a human– not an alien! It was quite a different experience from our last ultrasound. At our last ultrasound, we had this tech I’ve never seen before. …
Last night James was watching this show he likes called Brew Masters. I see a man with white hair and a white beard, though strangely, pretty black eyebrows. I think to myself, “Wait for it… wait for it…” “Santa!” I’m told Santa was also at the Farmer’s Market this morning. …
I previously wrote a short post about Jakey’s newfound love of Santa. We have these three carved wooden figures that I believe are supposed to be the three wise men, but have white beards and are therefore all known as “Santa.” We couldn’t pack them up with the rest of…
And to thee who are eager to bring forth thine own progeny, the holy one proclaimed, “Get used to it.” Book of Jaimie 1:15-11
A submission from Uncle Geoff: For 40 Days and 40 Nights the plague descended upon the House of Purnell… And the Lord did punish them for they had obviously disregarded the Sabbaths while in Yosemite. For nay that they were pious, the Lord was displeased that they had worshiped false…
What does it feel like to be 8 months pregnant? I’d say it feels like eating the biggest Thanksgiving dinner you’ve ever eaten. And then swallowing a pineapple. Whole. And then, the pineapple somehow, miraculously (or freakishly) comes alive… perpetually squirming and fidgeting. And even though you couldn’t feel any…
I am a personal cradle. A mommy treehouse, a bed railing, a custom pillow. I am a human elevator. A pack mule, A lunch wagon, a jungle gym. I am a deluxe chair. An electric toothbrush, a waste management specialist, a personal assistant. I am not a horsey. I’m not.
I’m behind on my produce blogging… and who can believe that as I write about little Baby Jicama, they have little baby hiccups. Jicamups?