A few weeks back, Jakey and I were laying in my bed discussing the events of the day. I’m pretty sure it was the night after we were rescued by the surly black tie movers. Somehow we start talking about jobs I could never do… “I always thought long-distance truck driver…
I always thought there were five stages of grief, though a quick search reveals they’ve upped it to seven. I subscribe to the art of simplification so I guess I’m slightly partial to the traditional five: denial and isolation, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance… assuming one can favor one model of…
So if you’ve been keeping up with me, you know I have one non-denominational son, and one Jewish son. Well, he identifies himself as Jewish, not sure if he’s cleared it with Rabbi? In any case, we got a friendly little Yahoo groups reminder last Sunday that Nathaniel was expected to…
James has been coaching Nate’s tee ball team, the River Dogs, this season. It has been a season full of laughs, a bit of chaos, and innovation in tee ball drills… we’ve trademarked the “Not in My Yard” drill. The only downside was that, as the life partner of Coach James,…
Dear Jakey, You’ll notice your birthday letter is a bit delayed… well, technically you won’t notice but still… In March you turned 7— it blows my mind. I look at you and I can just hardly believe how fast you are growing-up. I think you woke-up on your birthday and…
Earlier this week, Jacob had a weekday baseball game in addition to our two practices… which means we either eat pizza three days a week, or we go to “Pasta Peet’s,” where Nate can eat pizza. (Nate still seems confused between Pasta P and Peet’s Coffee…). So we get in…
Twelve days ago, the flu hit our house like a freight train. It started with Jacob— he tends to be the epicenter of unwanted household maladies. He complained of a really bad headache and then lost his lunch all over the couch. You always know when Jake isn’t feeling well because…
Dear Natesy, On March first my baby boy turned 5. 5! In your words, it was your “whole” birthday. No longer are you four-and-three-quarters. Leading up to it you would ask, “Is it my birthday tomorrow?” And I would tell you no. And you would ask, “Is it my birthday the tomorrow after tomorrow?” And…
I’m still catching-up on my holiday blogging. Unfortunately, I think I needed a little distance to gain some perspective on Christmas 2015, also known as “Barforama.” Stories for another day. In the meantime, I’ve noted that my husband, the one that I’ve been hanging out with for many, many years,…
Jacob: “Dad, would you rather be eaten by a tiger or a lemon shark?” Dad: “Um, neither.” Me: “I choose tiger. I think it would be over faster.” Nate: “Would you rather be eaten by a boa constrictor or a great white shark?” Me: “Boa constrictor. How about you?” Nate:…