I can totally envision Nate’s new Pokémon character, Connoisseurus… imagine a Japanese cartoon anime-style dinosaur… drinking a big, bold Cab. He “evolves” from a little friendly looking lizard that drinks grape juice and his “attack” is via Lava Cheese or the Swirl and Spit. His “weaknesses” are warm stone massages…
This weekend we were in San Luis Obispo for a little getaway and I decided to take the boys down to explore one of our favorite creeks. As we’re walking toward the path, Jake says, “Oh hey. Maybe you should go say ‘hi’ to our friend.” The friend he’s referring…
Family Game Time. James and I both have similar memories of playing against our card shark grandmothers… neither of which showed any mercy to their grandchildren. Me-momie would wipe the floor with us in Crazy Eights and I’m told Grammie Lani would crush James in Scrabble. At our house, we’ve dabbled in…
Recently I’ve written about the secret, or now not so secret, language we speak in our family. And I’ve also noticed the stream of new family vocabulary generation beginning to diminish. It’s clear mainstream English is wedging out toddlerease as Nate confidently peppers his conversations with his plans to “destroy”…
It’s soccer season. Jake is on the Ninjas. And Nate is on the Thunder Bears. Fortunately or unfortunately, neither team is quite as menacing as they may sound. The games consist almost entirely of a swarm of kids kicking the ball past an unsuspecting goalie. Generally ours. There are an…
Lately Nate has developed quite an affinity for apples… dipped in honey. He tells me it’s so good. I was having trouble understanding where this constant request had originated. But then last Friday he came home and reported that Rabbi has hair clips. That’s how it stays on his head.…
On Friday I asked Nate how his day was at school. “We had Shabbat today.” “Oh neat. Tell me about that. What do you do at Shabbat?” “Well, we go to the Temple House and sing songs.” “And then what happens?” “We ate hollow. We ate hollow. And Rabbi comes.”…
Saturday, the fifteenth day of the eighth month in the year of our Lord, two thousand fifteen. A day that will forever live in our memories… as the very first time Nate ever held hands and sang Motor Boat, Motor Boat. Aaaaaaaah… that’s the sound of mermaids singing, streamers flying and…
Four-year-old Nate seems to have developed a real panache for the dramatic. I’m not sure exactly where it came from… possibly too many cartoons, or too many Legos, or too many Lego cartoons. He seems to fancy himself some sort of Lego man. Things will happen to him and he…
Alas, summer has already come to an end. Jacob started first grade last Wednesday. He’s no longer insulated in the safety of Kinderworld. He’s now on the other side of the tracks, also known as Dana Avenue, with the rest of the big kids. Summer vacation went by in a…