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…
Jake’s convinced he’s smarter than me. (He literally just read this first line over my shoulder and said, “Well that’s true.”) Which shouldn’t be surprising given 1. I’m pretty sure he’s the original Boss Baby and 2. He’s a twelve-year-old boy. The thing he texts me most is some kind…
We had our final baseball game this past week. While the boys sat lined-up on the concrete wall behind the dugout, inhaling pizza and cookies, Coach Gillett gave a sincere and spot-on little speech of recognition for each player. As might be expected from an attorney coach who directed the…
Today as we drove to baseball practice, I marveled quietly at Bruno Mars’, Leave the Door Open, being sung word-for-word in the backseat, especially when it got to: Cuddling Rose petals in the bathtub, girl, lets jump in It’s bubblin’ Neither of them missed a beat. I’m not sure they…
Friday morning I wake-up in the 4:00 hour and lay in bed till the 5:00 hour, when I can no longer take it anymore and climb out to put on the kettle. Somehow the first few days of Daylight Saving Time leave me incredibly groggy until my internal alarm kicks-in…
Remember those days when we couldn’t fathom being out of school for three weeks? I felt so bad for those poor sods in Washington state. How would they survive? I was completely convinced we could not make it, having barely made it through two-week holiday breaks before we practically threw the…
We are deeply saddened to proclaim the passing of her royal highness, Princess Fucillo, of the kingdom of San Luis Obispo, Saturday, the sixth of March, two thousand and twenty one. Princess is survived by her not-so-evil step-sisters, Perfect and (probably) Pipsqueak. The story behind the probably is better covered under a different…
A day or so ago, the Tooth Fairy finally showed-up and emptied the little kitchen glass where Jake’s never-ending tooth torrent temporarily tarries until she has time. We’re pretty sure she must have either had COVID, or has been in quarantine, as two teeth sat on the windowsill for close…
On Friday I take the boys for shots. The sharp kind, not the fun kind. It’s been so long that no one remembers what to expect. Apparently it’s been eons since those needles were put into the little dough-balls we called thighs. At lunchtime James admonishes me for trying to…
The monotony of the lockdown life… I find myself waking-up again. Making coffee again. Time to set the table again. Time for bed again. Mostly I find myself standing in front of the pantry cupboard, staring at the same shelves. The same snacks. I say, “I’m ready for this pandemic…