Dear, dear Ne, Happy birthday! We miss you so, so much. I miss the little individually-wrapped warm ham and cheese sandwiches you make… and your pot roast. I think of you every time I see anything to do with dachshunds… which seems like every time I go into a shop…
Tonight we’re eating dinner at the kitchen table and I was browsing this little booklet put out by BABI (http://www.bayareabirthinfo.org/). My prenatal yoga teacher said there were recommended daycare resources in this booklet… regretably, she was mistaken. Of course, I’m commenting on the varied and strange categories listed in this booklet such as:…
Last night, Geoffrey George, got hitched. It was a beautiful wedding. Warm weather, a breathtaking view, delicious food and elated couple. Jake was pretty tired by the time the ceremony was about to get underway. Three days of wedding rehearsals, dinners, parties and brunches (he skipped two nights of evening…
As a parent, you come up with new ways to get things done. Time is precious. Energy is fleeting. Lately I’ve noticed James and I are also getting more clever. It goes something like this… From the living room I hear: “Jakey, take this to Mama. Take this to Mama!” …
On Sunday, my baby brother, Geoffrey George, is getting married. Jake has been named as a “ring bearer.” For the occasion, we bought him a little 3-piece grey suit (I promise to post a picture, post-matrimony). I was having a hard time justifying a pair of wear-once dress shoes, so…
When I was in about fourth grade, my best friend Esther got a new baby sister. As her sister started talking, Esther and her siblings thought it was the funniest thing ever to get her to say “truck.” Little Becca’s “truck” rhymed with truck but started with “f.” Now, this…
I’m a big believer in nature. Some things I’m sure are nurture, but really, I think there are genes and combinations of genes that we wouldn’t believe in our wildest dreams. I’ve already written about Jake’s “torture gene.” Not long ago, I read a book that said the proclivity to suck on…
Growing-up, we had the most loving white umbrella cockatoo named Roxie. We bought her at the Santa Cruz flea market, where we bought several other birds that were most certainly smuggled in from far away places and then sold to slightly suspecting bargain shoppers at the drive-in movie/swap meet. Every…
Last week was Jake’s 17 month birthday. I’m pretty sure that he has been exposed to more wild bears in 17 months than most people have in a lifetime. But I’m getting ahead of myself… A couple of weeks ago Jacob came home with a great picture of an oso…
“Holy molar Batman! I owe my life to dental hygiene.” Yes, I married a man who has said this to me on countless occasions. How does he even find appropriate situations to whip out this Robin quote? I have no idea… but you have to be somewhat impressed, right? …