The Chicken Problem

I’m embarrassed to admit or repeat the things that I have exclaimed at my two vertically-challenged housemates this year.  I had no idea I would ever have to say such things.  I will absolutely not repeat them here… needless to say, the most compromising exclamations most certainly occur at bath…

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How I Became a Pirate

We’re three days into the book blog of 2013 and it’s really picking-up steam.  The anticipation builds all day until the boys actually forgot to demand treats after dinner tonight, rushing to bath time as the final hurdle before opening the secret book bag. Before our story synopsis, a little…

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Press Here

The second book in our series is a little French number titled Press Here by Herve Tullet.  I was intrigued by the idea of this interactive book and bought it out of curiosity.  Fortunately, it didn’t disappoint. There was once a time, back when Nate was a baby, that Jacob…

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Jakey has always been a fiend for logistics.  Around this time last year I remember him proposing a plan where we were supposed to take him hunting with Granddad and “Grandma will watch Nake.  Nake is too little for hunting, right?” (shaking his head matter-of-factly).  Sometimes he tells me how…

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Nuggle

The phases around here go so fast I can hardly keep up.  There were the days of Nate clearing his throat.  Then the two weeks of stuttering, “wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-where Jakey go?”  I resisted googling childhood stuttering for as long as I could.  Luckily it’s passed.  One day I noticed that “Nake”…

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Dear Santa

Dear Santa, I’ve been thinking about what I’d like for Christmas and here is the list.  I want a lot of things. A boiling water maker to make stew and everything with hot water A real pirate ship high to the clouds A bike that shoots puffs of smoke out…

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Jeep

Before Jakey’s third birthday he was relentless about one thing: a Jeep. Grandma and Granddad got him a monster-truck-like Jeep from the flea market.  I bought him a little preschooler remote control Jeep.  He opened them all with feigned enthusiasm.  Honestly.  You could practically hear the “eh” in his little two-year-old…

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