Personal hygiene has been a running theme for many years at this point, though we’ve long since stopped with the second parental tooth brushing and I do not fall for the “smell my armpits” schtick. Armpits have been a “development” opportunity for several years now. The turning point was definitely…
Today was a foggy, rainy day which continue to be few and far between. I haven’t worked on boys’ “clothes management” in awhile. It’s hard to believe this used to be my second job not so long ago and it reminded me of a conversation from a few months back. “Hey Nate,…
On my last milestone birthday we took a trip to Ashland, Oregon– Home of the Ren Faire. No, that’s a joke! It’s not Home of the Ren Faire Jillana. It’s the home of an amazing little theatre community and famous for their Shakespeare. Not the same thing but I digress……
When Nate was a little blond cherub we would rub noses and he would say, “You so cute and I so cute.” It was darling. And I’m sure he’s gotten quite comfortable being the smallest, cutest member of our family. Then there were these times during the pandemic where the…
Seventh grade. Pretty much suits no one. All the awkwardness and puberty, plus the post-pandemic crazy. And yet it suits Jake. He likes seventh grade. He likes his middle school. And he’s becoming the best version of himself as most people detour into unrecognizable. Last week Ms. Mooney calls me. …
Now that our eight weekends of soccer tournaments are nearing an end, the boys are dreaming of Disneyland. We’re driving home last weekend and they’re telling me everything they want to do. I’m not quite as enthusiastic and so the hard sell begins… James says, “You can go get a massage while we…
We get home from our epic Christmas in Banff and I kid you not, sleep in our beds for three nights before heading back to the gopher great beyond, otherwise known as Lompoc. It’s our first All Stars tournament, just down the road from where Elon shoots his rockets into…
In mid-December the Raptors head to the Area Q tournament in Lompoc. It’s exciting because we never expected to be here and we’re out in the world, and it’s the first tournament experience for most of our team. The fields of Lompoc are gopher nirvana. There are holes and mounds…
As I noted in this year’s annual card, there was a day deep in the pandemic when Nate and I were lamenting the loss of an ENTIRE All Stars season. Serious loss aversion. We’re in the living room and he says to me, “Mom, my dream is to play in Bakersfield.” …
My dearest Jacob, Let’s just pretend it’s springtime off last year and I haven’t fallen victim to the pandemic blahs and watching endless hours of Survivor and… drumroll please… it’s Jacob’s birthday letter time! I do in fact think twelve-and-three-quarters truly suits you, and I know most people have never said that about…