Question for the Universe
Does every kid say “lellow”? (You know, assuming they speak English…)
Does every kid say “lellow”? (You know, assuming they speak English…)
November seems to be the month where I either become acutely aware of an increasing obsession with one’s nigh-nigh, or it’s when studies show a clinically proven pacifier addiction begins. Either way, it’s clearly a tipping point. When Jake was this age, I declared Operation Bye Bye Nigh-Nigh on November…
Many years ago, someone asked James a question we no longer remember… His response however, has entered the realm of Fucillo Family lore, “I work for Habitat for Jaimie.” Ha, ha. What a clever man I married. And on that note, this is the beginning of Week 4 of Extreme…
Halloween is breathing down our necks… just four days away. I bought six crows online that got four stars instead of five for being “too real.” I guess some rural resident had their faux crows eaten the first night they were out. That totally sold me and so I bought…
Nate has conquered his fear of the plastic ghost. He yells unintelligible profanities at it, shakes his little fist, and then hits it with the palm of his hand to show it who’s boss. Unfortunately, the fear phase continues… On our road trip last week (which was bliss… more on…
I’m afraid of grapes. And hot dogs. Mini blind cords give me pause. Basement steps; restless. And thoughts of unfenced pools? I can’t even talk about it. Yesterday we put plastic up in the two doorways to the kitchen. Anyone who has remodeled does not harbor delusions of dust obstruction. …
On our honeymoon, James and I went to Rome and stayed at Hostel Panda for a night or two. They seem to have changed the name to Hotel Panda, but let’s just be clear, it’s a hostel. One of the nicer ones I’ve stayed at, especially in Rome, but that…