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…
Saturday night we threw a very casual going-away party for our little house on Park Avenue. As a colleague at work called it, a “Housecooling” party. It consisted of 15 cupcakes, several bottles of wine, four chairs, 9 adults, a pack of crazy children and a pig. Our impromptu gathering…
One of the best Christmases of my childhood was the year I found a My Little Pony unicorn named Stardust under the tree. She was gold and sparkly and I poked a little hole in the wrapping paper so I could peer through it in anticipation every day. I loved…
I vividly remember getting in trouble the summer before third grade. My mom overheard me praying on my younger brother’s pre-kindergarten anxieties: “Geoff, kindergarten is so hard…” He looks up at me, blinking his big, blue, Bambi eyes. “… they make you add one hundred plus one hundred.” He was…
It all started with Grandma. What started with Grandma? We call it “Family Speak.” She read an article about it many years ago. Finally, a verifiable piece of journalism documenting the bizarre dialect of my childhood household that was fundamentally English, but in many ways more an amalgamation of Pennsylvania…
Jake is headed into his seventh week of camp at the Y, and let me just say, it’s clear this is exactly what a six-year-old is meant to be doing. Not sitting still and perfecting his ability to compose opinion pieces. Jacob has leapt into Splash Camp every other week,…
Over spring break, we got a rude and unwanted surprise when the director of our preschool announced they were closing their doors. As the oldest preschool in San Jose, established in 1907, it was heartbreaking to see the anger, disappointment and loss this event represented to the teachers, students, parents…
Back around Christmas time, the boys spent a lot of time plotting the construction, design, and merits of “bone rocket ships.” Back then James says to me, “You need to write a blog about bone rocket ships! It’s so funny, I don’t want to forget it.” Unfortunately, I had nothin’……
This morning was a sad, sad morning in the Fucillo family. We returned home yesterday from several fun-filled days in Disneyland and Pasadena. All seemed well, however, when James checked on Boobooboos this morning, she had joined the great big goldfish in the sky. Back in January, poor little Boobooboos came down…