Over the last few days, Nate’s been fairly fixated on tracing his soccer lineage. He tells me he’s great at soccer because I’m great at soccer (naturally). And I’m great at soccer because Granddad’s great at soccer. And then the trail goes cold. Maybe it then leaps all the way back…
Nate mostly speaks minion. Yes, “minion” as in those little yellow cartoon guys that sometimes have one eye and sometimes have two and speak some version of gibberish Italian. Nate is fluent. It started way back when little kids make noises that sound like talking, but is really just gibberish. And…
I’ve gotta hand it to the YouTube generation. Jake was struggling with learning not just where the states go on a blank map, but also then learning the capital cities. That’s when he took it upon himself to find a song to help him learn. Score another one for “Self-directed…
I’ll never forget my eighth grade Civics class with Mr. Patterson. He was a tall, slender, silver-haired man tasked with teaching us the great responsibilities and privileges of citizenship. And we were singularly focused on attending “The New York Trip,” which also included DC and Intercourse, Pennsylvania. Besides learning the…
This is our first weekend after the All Stars season of soccer tournaments. After several months of three to five games every weekend, I was completely at a loss. What do we even do on weekends? Then today we went to back-to-back kid parties and I kind of remembered. About two…
It is with the deepest grief and a sincere sense of loss that the family of Chicken Sando Fucillo, of San Luis Obispo, shares her passing on the morning of Saturday, February 1, 2020. Chicken, or as her friends and family called her, Sando, is devotedly loved and mourned by her…
For exactly 41 days, Devon is seven, and Nate is eight.
This weekend was our second to last All Stars tournament here in the slo town. Yesterday it was perfectly sunny and 75. I should have anticipated that it draws teams from hours away. Based on the large number of teams, we had our first game Friday night. 7PM at the end of…
And then on November 3rd, I may have posted the following on Nextdoor… The Soup Pot At the risk of inviting unwanted internet animal activism, I’m writing this post in a moment of need. We’re looking for someone possessing the skills to humanely butcher our big, young rooster. Our peaceful…
Jake and Nate are keeping lifetime score of any and all verbal transgressions their adult role models may utter in a moment of weakness. My moment of infamy is the time the boys and I were parked at a gas station in Prunedale. We were on our way to Santa Cruz when James…