Every morning, when it’s still dark outside, Jakey and Mommy read “books” in bed. These books are technically store catalogs, and a brochure James got from some lady construction company that has a picture of a “tee-tat” (kitty cat). We can’t recycle this full color brochure because Jakey loves to…
About three weeks ago I was at the mall. I did a double-take when a lady passed me with a full-size stroller, pushing her dog. Dog strollers?! When I say it, it sounds vaguely familiar… yet no less disturbing. I’ve had approximately eight doggies over the course of my life,…
Tonight we played Christmas carols and decorated the house. James got out the infamous Christmas Story leg lamp for our front window. The piece de resistance of our holiday decor. He got it all set-up and “switch, switch”… first the bulb glowed and then the fishnet-stockinged, stiletto-sporting leg flickered and…
Today is the last day of our 27th week… cauliflower week. And tomorrow starts the highly anticipated… or dreaded, third trimester. Cillo and I are starting to get a bit tired. I’ve written before about Jakey calling me “Daddy” since he changed schools in June. At least 4 months, maybe…
We spent Thanksgiving weekend in Los Osos with the Fucillos and the Tasseys this year. We had beautiful weather, except for one day of rain… so many things to be thankful for. On Friday morning we went down to Morro Bay as Papa Vinnie was feeling like crab for his…
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…