My friend Emily’s parents have one of her childhood poems framed in their downstairs bathroom. It’s so catchy you’ll be repeating it for days after a trip to the loo. It’s accented by an adorable, colorful flower scene. Flowers By Emily Rosenoff Big flowers, Little flowers, Flowers everywhere. I like…
At Tuesday’s game I got a chance to talk to Nate’s buddy Eddie. In Spanish. Eddie is great at holding conversations with me in Spanish. Our interaction went like this: “Yo, Eddie, great to see you! How are you?” “Good, good.” “So, I hear it’s beach day tomorrow. Are you…
Battle Battle Hit it to Seattle! If you don’t, try again Hit it to Michigan! Superman with a bat In his hand Knock it out Wuh Wuh! Knock it out Wuh Wuh! Extra Extra! Read all about it… Jacob’s gonna get a hit, No doubt about it! Battle Battle Hit…
A few months ago I was with the boys upstairs at our local Barnes and Noble. It’s a solid weekend favorite when coupled with a visit to the Apple Store and Nerf gun gazing at Tom’s Toys. So we’re headed down to the checkout and as Nate passes a display…
Have I mentioned it’s baseball season and flag football season? Probably not. Because instead of blogging I’ve been taxiing people around multiple times a week at 4PM. Coordinating high protein snacks and luring them into multiple practices a day via kettle chip. Apparently Kristen’s husband, Jay, calls himself Jyft. Naturally, I’ve…
Nate’s second grade class seems to be deep into their trimester on poetry. Crazy that I remember learning about poetry in second grade, too— Mr. McGuire’s class. This week Nate decided to switch-up his format and proposed he “write a haiku.” “Wow, OK…” was my response. “Remind me how a…
Last weekend we’re walking to our baseball game across the Sinsheimer parking lot; we’re on the Dodgers. Apparently James can’t find it in himself to cheer, “Go Dodgers!” Fortunately, I don’t suffer from this affliction… In any case, I think I float the idea of the boys going to a…
My Dearest Natesy Cakes, No matter how hard I try to stop time, you just keep getting bigger and bigger. You woke-up on the morning of your birthday and were certain you were taller. I measured you and of course, you were. In my annual tradition, it’s time for a mini…
A few weeks ago we had our buddies Cruz and Jackson over for a fightdate. As they were readying the foam arsenal I called out, “No shooting until you get yourselves over to the eye protection drawer!” And Jackson asks in all sincerity, “What’s an eye protection drawer?” Right before…
Dear Birthday Targets, I mean Friends of Jake and Nate, It’s that time of year again. Time for Jake and Nate’s joint birth-day par-tay. Jake’s turning 10 and Nate’s turning 8. Our toy chest is now a war chest and we’ve got the insatiable need to shoot all our favorite…