On October 14th, the real license plates got put on my car. It’s kind of sad really. How quickly the paper plate era flies by. Now in my recounting of that great date in July when I set forth on my first unassisted automobile acquisition expedition, I didn’t quite capture the full…
Two weekends ago we had back-to-back soccer games at Damon Garcia. On these days I position myself in between both fields and kind of ping-pong pivot back and forth. I generally find myself in “enemy territory” for the Bullsharks, which is Nate’s team. It’s apparently gauche to be cheering for…
This email from our Team Mom made me snort out loud yesterday: I am so bad at this! I need to remind you sooner! Tomorrow’s game is at 3:45 so please arrive by 3:15 for warmup. Jacob is on healthy snack duty. Go team! Sent from my iPhone I sure…
Back in mid-July, we came home from Flatrock and NYC and The Rat Mobile rallied. On July 19th, I made a split decision and decided to high-tail it to Santa Cruz, buy myself a car over the hill, and get back home the next day. Plus it was Grandma’s birthday,…
It’s that time of year here on the Central Coast. The days are crystal clear and a little too hot, but with the bite of fall in the air. Every evening as we’ve returned home after school and work, a mama dear and her baby are lounging in the shade…
Sat, Aug 31, 2019 at 3:16PM Hi Mr. Jones, Thanks for the voicemail regarding Jacob and his friends trying to make s’mores at school. Sounds like Veronica brought the ingredients and Jake brought the magnifying glass. We had no idea about these plans. That said, he says they asked Mr.…
James has been reading some sort of new research on lefties. Apparently you have to be left-handed for this to show-up in your news feed. And since my mom and my son and my husband and my nephew are lefties, I’m sure they’re all going to agree with the study’s…
This year, James’ birthday fell on a Tuesday. Now I know June seems like old news, but seriously. After you read this story maybe you’ll cut me some slack. So the morning started like most mornings. I’m getting out of the shower and Nate is peeing for a really long…
Last weekend the boys and I went home to the farm, in Santa Cruz, for what is likely our final goodbye. They found the flying turtles— the fantastic seated scooters we discovered at Chuck E. Cheese when I was in second grade. Still ride like new. Jake and Nate think it great…
We’re big believers in breakfast. Especially after we realized it was the critical ingredient to managing Jacob’s emotional rollercoaster ride. I’ll never forget when he was probably four years old and he says to me at Kelly’s, “Mom, not the kid-size pancakes. I need the gwon-up size!” For the record, it…