The Royal Treatment
Last night I had the following exchange as I passed out pre-bedtime sippy cups of milk. “Hey, Jake. Here’s your baba.” “Thank you Princess Mama.” Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.
Category: Jake & Nake: A Mom’s Opinion
Principal’s Office
Today I received a text from Nate’s teacher telling me she needed to talk to me about his behavior. Could I talk at 1? Of course, I can talk at 1. The whole morning I’m imagining what it could be. It’s like the dreaded walk to the principal’s office. At…
Calabazas
When Jacob was little he spoke quite a bit of Spanish. Some of his first words were musica (music), baila (dance), oso (bear), pan (bread) and agua (water). He even pronounced agua with the right accent (sounds like awa), though now he’s somehow picked-up the non-native hard “g.” Go fiyure.…
Daisies
So today I went trekking through Garagelandia… a remote and generally overlooked part of Balconia. I encountered numerous ruins. The remains of previous lives such as golf clubs and mountain bikes… And as I was sifting through the detritus, I felt the metal shelves begin to buckle. I found myself…
Sheer Nonsense
Jakey and Natesy received long overdue haircuts today from Toni. If Nate were to title his home salon experience, he’d definitely go with Death by a Thousand Cuts. Little does he know, it could be worse. His daddy has a Flowbie.
The Life
I’ve just arrived and as I’d hoped, Balconia is perfect this time of year. Today I enjoyed the local offerings of various artisans and craftsmen, as well as a provincial eatery. This is the life…
Sabbatical Eve
Tonight is officially sabbatical eve. In just two short days I’m off to Balconia for all of October and November. I. Can’t. Wait. “Balconia, where is that?” people say. It sounds so exotic. So romantic. So secluded. Is that near Estonia? The Balkans? Balconia is apparently what you say when…
Pompelmo
I’d say it’s time for a rundown of what 18-month-old Big Boy Nate is saying these days. We’ve got, in alphabetical order: agua, all done, apple, baba, ba(ll), bir(die), boo(k), button, bye-bye, dada, ho(t), JJ, mama, nigh-nigh, upordown, up, and mo(re). Plus we get tongue clack galloping (when asked what…
The Office
Friday morning Jakey asks me, “Mama, do you have hot air balloons at your work?” “What? No, I don’t think so.” “Yes, yes you have hot air balloons. Remember you saw them?” And then I recall calling home very early in the morning, as I was taking a brisk stroll…
Headquarters
OK, we’ve had a major breakthrough. Jacob has recently divulged, well proclaimed is probably more accurate, the address of his work. Drum roll please…. #3 EastWest Do you know it? Me neither. So I broke out my handy dandy Google map. Looks like we have an Eastwest Road in Nashville,…
Principal’s Office
Today I received a text from Nate’s teacher telling me she needed to talk to me about his behavior. Could I talk at 1? Of course, I can talk at 1. The whole morning I’m imagining what it could be. It’s like the dreaded walk to the principal’s office. At…
Calabazas
When Jacob was little he spoke quite a bit of Spanish. Some of his first words were musica (music), baila (dance), oso (bear), pan (bread) and agua (water). He even pronounced agua with the right accent (sounds like awa), though now he’s somehow picked-up the non-native hard “g.” Go fiyure.…
Daisies
So today I went trekking through Garagelandia… a remote and generally overlooked part of Balconia. I encountered numerous ruins. The remains of previous lives such as golf clubs and mountain bikes… And as I was sifting through the detritus, I felt the metal shelves begin to buckle. I found myself…
Sheer Nonsense
Jakey and Natesy received long overdue haircuts today from Toni. If Nate were to title his home salon experience, he’d definitely go with Death by a Thousand Cuts. Little does he know, it could be worse. His daddy has a Flowbie.
The Life
I’ve just arrived and as I’d hoped, Balconia is perfect this time of year. Today I enjoyed the local offerings of various artisans and craftsmen, as well as a provincial eatery. This is the life…
Sabbatical Eve
Tonight is officially sabbatical eve. In just two short days I’m off to Balconia for all of October and November. I. Can’t. Wait. “Balconia, where is that?” people say. It sounds so exotic. So romantic. So secluded. Is that near Estonia? The Balkans? Balconia is apparently what you say when…
Pompelmo
I’d say it’s time for a rundown of what 18-month-old Big Boy Nate is saying these days. We’ve got, in alphabetical order: agua, all done, apple, baba, ba(ll), bir(die), boo(k), button, bye-bye, dada, ho(t), JJ, mama, nigh-nigh, upordown, up, and mo(re). Plus we get tongue clack galloping (when asked what…
The Office
Friday morning Jakey asks me, “Mama, do you have hot air balloons at your work?” “What? No, I don’t think so.” “Yes, yes you have hot air balloons. Remember you saw them?” And then I recall calling home very early in the morning, as I was taking a brisk stroll…
Headquarters
OK, we’ve had a major breakthrough. Jacob has recently divulged, well proclaimed is probably more accurate, the address of his work. Drum roll please…. #3 EastWest Do you know it? Me neither. So I broke out my handy dandy Google map. Looks like we have an Eastwest Road in Nashville,…