I may have mentioned that Jake has been in a phase of repeating the end of every sentence he hears, non-stop. It’s crazy, but he can say almost anything. He’s quite the little parrot. Some of his more recent utterances: James: “Can you scrape out the pumpkin guts?” Jake: “Punkin…
Little Cillo is already almost 2 lbs. and as big as, quote: “an English hothouse cucumber.” The weird baby dreams have also started. I remember when I was pregnant with Jakey and I had all sorts of weird dreams. Dreams he was as big as a GI Joe. Dreams where…
I am drowning in toy catalogs. Someone, somewhere in the universe has used sophisticated software to determine my age. They’ve connected this information up with my name and address. And now they’ve chosen the drop-down choice, undoubtedly labeled: kid. I highly suspect Pottery Barn as the evil creator and commercial…
I’m wondering what a rutabaga even looks like? I recently had to Google “quince” as I also didn’t have a clear mental image of this mysterious fruit. Frankly I think lemon-pear might be a better name, not unlike my favorite salad fruit, the pear-apple. Now that I’ve Googled rutabaga, my…
Yesterday was November 14th… exactly two weeks since Operation: Bye Bye Nigh-Nigh began, as well as Jake’s 20th birthday. The deadline. D-Day. Who can believe I’m old enough to have a child who’s 20?! I know, I know… how do I look so young? Under most circumstances, secret missions such…
There’s some well-known reference to watching the Giants play baseball being akin to “torture.” Apparently they can be inconsistent, letting the other team start to make a comeback before finishing them off. Over the last three weeks we’ve had our fair share of torture. Below, the evidence: Exhibit A: James…
I’ve been sick for over two weeks… ever since we got back from DC. For a few days I thought I was definitely on the mend, but now I’ve taken a turn for the worse. In normal circumstances, people talk about coughing up a lung. I think maybe I’m on…
Halloween has been particularly eventful this year in the Fucillo household. I promise to write more when I have a chance… but I only have one day until Cillo graduates from Week 23 to Week 24. This year we dressed-up as follows: Jake: Ducky. Or more accurately, Headless Ducky. James:…
Last night, more than 56 years since the last time they’ve won, the San Francisco Giants beat the Texas Rangers to take home the World Series title. For two weeks, anytime Jake sees a TV, he points and says baseball, baseball! All sports have turned into baseball. And of course,…
It is November 1st. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to eliminate the nigh-nigh, completely. (As I’ve previously written, Jake has developed a serious affinity for his nigh-nigh (aka, pacifier). Lately, he overpronouces the “t”… someone at school has corrected him, “nigh-nighT!”) Your first strategy, before implementating “Operation:…