I’ve been in Seattle less than a week and have already “dined” at the IKEA cafeteria twice–a culinary extravagance due to a former garage that is in the finishing stages of becoming a very chic carriage house. Yesterday Grace ordered the Swedish meatball plate, which comes with a generous portion of meatballs in gravy, a […]
My Dinner with Jacob Action Figures: Swedish Meatballs Read More »
Today I received an amazing note from Trey Sandlin. Trey and our younger son, Luke, were in the same class growing up. We haven’t kept in touch through the years, but his grandmother gave him a copy of Parting the Waters for Christmas, and he wrote to express his thoughts. In the opening paragraphs he
My Dinner with Jacob Action Figures, Flashback Read More »
When we have red wine with dinner, George usually pours an inch or so in a wine glass for Jacob, then adds as much or more cranberry-grape juice to make a wine cooler. Jacob has always just assumed it was wine, which actually made for quite a funny incident once when someone served Jacob straight
My Dinner with Jacob Action Figures, Act IV Read More »
I know I’ve said this before, but Jacob makes the ideal audience. If I ever lost the last shred of my sanity and stood up at an open mic in a comedy club, I’d make sure Jacob was in the room. It’s one of the good gifts brain injury has given him. (There are good
My Dinner with Jacob Action Figures, Act III Read More »
George and Jacob are already seated at the table waiting to say the blessing when I slide into my chair. “I’m here,” I announce. Jacob: I can see you. Me: I can see you, too. Jacob: I can point at you. (He demonstrates) Me: I can point at you, too. (Likewise) George: Are you two
My Dinner with Jacob Action Figures, Act II Read More »
Last night George, Jacob, and I were enjoying a nice dinner, when Jacob suddenly announced he couldn’t eat any more because something was stuck in his throat. Me: “I know what’s stuck in your throat. It’s just the words you were about to say. You were going to say, ‘Oh, Mom. Your beauty flows out
Maybe she was born with it. Or maybe it’s bacon. Read More »
Last night George made chili. It was quite tasty and altogether satisfying, except for one tiny episode. There the three of us sat, spooning dainty mouthfuls of steaming chili into our dainty mouths, when Jacob suddenly stiffened, slammed his spoon down, and bellowed, “Bad bean!” If there’s one thing Jacob doesn’t like, it’s dropping food
We make up lots of songs around here. They sort of serve as an original sound track for life. I have to confess, though, the main reason I like to do this is Jacob. A couple nights ago we were about to eat dinner, but he was having a little strong-willed moment and refusing to
Music you can laugh to. Read More »
This evening Jacob and I dined alone. I thought you might enjoy a transcript of our conversation: I bless the food and start eating. He sits there staring at his plate. Me: Aren’t you going to eat? Jacob: I can’t without help. Me: Yes, you can. You do it all the time. Jacob: My muscle
My Dinner With Jacob Action Figures Read More »