Author: Pam Kocke

NOLA mom of identical triplets. Talent Acquisition at Automattic. Enjoy reading and photography and sewing and bookbinding.

02/03/2020

He looks happy here, but rest assured he is most definitely not. We were at the vet. Time for shots! Poor buddy.

02/02/2020

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Went to visit Granny and Grandpa (George’s parents) on Sunday. The boys have officially passed up Granny in height!

 

[Sorry for all the posts today – gotta get caught up for the monthly pic!]

02/01/2020

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This is the third picture in a row of Miles and Linus. Guess who doesn’t like being in pictures? (Well, ok, none of them, really.) Right now, it’s always (American) football in the backyard.

More money = less hair

I am kicking off my St. Baldrick’s fundraiser today, and I’m a bit nervous. Why?

I decided I was going to tie the amount I raise to the amount I cut off. Part of me (the competitive part) wants to raise $10,000 and basically get a buzz cut, but most of me is terrified I am going to raise $10,000. (I realize it’s highly unlikely. But I had to set the goal high enough to be a really impressive goal and low enough not to be a jerk about it.)

Anyway, I have until March 28 to raise as much as possible. (My ideal amount is $9,999.)

Thanks for your support!

01/30/2020

The series finale of our favorite show, The Good Place was on. Sad times.

01/29/2020

We had our book club meeting and I got to pick the book! I hemmed and hawed over it, but ultimately chose my favorite book, even though it’s non-fiction. The food, as usual, was themed with the book, so there were scones and pork pie and clotted cream and Hob Nobs. Yay!

01/28/2020

Argh. Stupid Apple watch. The screen just popped off. Hmmph. And no, I’m not paying $159 to get it fixed, Apple, thankyouverymuch. I can get superglue at the dollar store.

01/25/2020

Helped a sick friend a bit with her move into a gorgeously renovated house. While I’m green with envy over her new digs, I also realized that after nearly 16 years in the same house, there’s no way I ever want to move. Unless there were dumpsters involved to toss everything we’ve accumulated.