The Sonia Show

Writer. Podcaster. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.


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The shoe is on the other foot

Yeah, so, this morning my mighty, mighty good boy Calvin asked if he could wear two different shoes.

“They’re the same, but different colors,” he said.

“Yeah, but you should wear matching shoes,” I replied.

“Why?”

“Ummm, errrr. Actually, I don’t know why you have to wear matching shoes. You don’t. Go for it!”

He ran around the house, excitedly: “Look how colorful my shoes are!”

I think Calvin is very fashion-forward. In a few weeks, all the kids at school will be wearing mismatched shoes. You’ll see.


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Capitol critters

Yeah, so, my brother Eric and his girlfriend Jennifer got hitched this past weekend in Old Sac, so my mighty, mighty good man David, mighty, mighty good boy Calvin and I decided to make a weekend out of it.

Let me start by saying this: Welcome to the family, Jennifer! I hope you like randomly appearing in blog posts, because by joining our family you have waved your right to privacy. I’m sure Eric mentioned that.

So, yeah, we started the trip out right by taking Amtrak instead of driving. It’s affordable, and it takes less than 2 hours. Plus, there’s beer.

Eric and Jennifer got married on the Delta King, which is a refurbished riverboat with hotel rooms. Calvin was SO EXCITED to sleep on the boat, so when they offered as the Captain’s Quarters at a discounted rate (and the bride and groom didn’t want it), we were more than happy to take it. It’s at the front of the boat with a terrific view of the river and the bridge, which has trains riding over it practically even 15 minutes.

Calvin was in heaven.

We also went to a Rivercats game. The Rivercats are the triple-A team for the San Francisco Giants, and they just happened to be playing The Aviators, which is the triple-A team for the Oakland A’s. It’s a really fun ballpark. There was a lot of delicious food to be had and beer to be consumed. It’s so casual. The ball players were taking selfies with fans, signing balls and one of the players handed a kid a bat to keep. It was really, really fun. If there’s a triple-A team in your area, you should go.

Check out how AMAZING my niece Lucy looks. Her hair is gorgeous. It’s purple and blue, and she looks like beautiful mermaid. Oh, and Calvin looks super cute in his yellow bow tie, which strangely he was totally fine with wearing. He must’ve known that he looked gooooood.

Lucy, Eric, Lorelei and Calvin

Me and my date, vegan carrot cake cupcake

Seriously, though, the bride and groom were kind enough to order two special cupcakes: one for me (the vegan) and one for Calvin (egg allergies).

We also visited the California State Train Museum. We went there a couple of years ago, and it was fun. Calvin was even more into it now. My favorite thing that happened in the museum was Calvin talking to one of the volunteers, and the conversation went like this:

Calvin: “Where are all the people?”
Volunteer: “We’re people.”
Calvin: “Are you sure?”

 

 


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You’re invited to a measles party!

Yeah, so, there ain’t no party like a measles party cuz a measles party results fever, sore throat, rashes and death.

Seriously?! The ignorance of anti-vaxxers boggles my mind.

I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about this, and they all involve a lot of swearing and yelling, so I’m going to let Scientific American take it from here …

 


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Traffic is Calvin’s jam

Yeah, so, one of the things that my mighty, mighty good boy Calvin loves to do it line up his cars, trains and buses. He finds it fun and relaxing.

The other night, my mighty, mighty good man David and I went out to dinner and left Calvin with a babysitter. When we got home, we got stuck in the most incredible traffic jam in our living room.

In this video, our sweet, one-eyed cat Kubo to give you a tour.


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Does Tosche Station have a Ferris Wheel?

Yeah, so, my mighty, mighty good boy Calvin loves Ferris wheels.

So, for Christmas, we bought him his own Ferris wheel. It’s pretty cool. It spins and lights up. It came with people to ride it, but Calvin has his own ideas who can ride it. And, apparently, I have my own ideas, too.


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Happy New Year, you guys!

Yeah, so, a lot of folks have been asking me what our mighty, mighty good boy Calvin asked for Christmas. As you might recall, last year Calvin asked for a birthday cake.

This year, Calvin said he would not sit on Santa’s lap, but he would like to stand near him and talk to him. And since we’re not about to force our kid to sit on a stranger’s lap, we were fine with that.

Santa asked him what he would like for Christmas.

“Presents,” Calvin told him.

“Anything specific?” Santa asked. “I could bring you a bag of chicken feathers. Maybe some auto parts?”

“Chicken feathers! OK! And a star on the Christmas tree. And binoculars.”

Santa didn’t bring the chicken feathers. #blessed


Of course, Calvin was a really good boy this year, so he got a ton of presents. I was particularly stoked that he actually acknowledged the book I bought him about San Francisco trains and buses.

There was a lot to hate about 2018, and I kinda think it can eat a bag of dicks. BUT, a lot of good stuff happened this year, too.

We went to Cabo with my sister and her family. That was rad. I saw Weird Al in concert. Mark Hamill liked one of my tweets (#humblebrag). We saw “Book Of Mormon.” We got tickets to the Oakland A’s Treehouse and went to a bunch of baseball games. I went to my job’s headquarters in Minnesota and finally got to meet in person some of my coworkers, who are the coolest. My mighty, mighty good man David bought me new mics and various other technical things for podcasting, and it all makes me sound great, but unfortunately they don’t make me sound smart. Smith left Dorking Out, which was a huge bummer, but I got Margo as a co-host and that is so fuckin’ awesome. Check out this week’s episode about “A League Of Their Own.” it’s super fun. My dad bought a 1935 Chevy Coupe, and I love to ride in it with him. I saw “Grease 2” in the theater, and it might be the most fun I had at the movies this year. I bought Calvin a birthday cake shaped like a Muni bus, which resulted in a look of pure happiness from him.

So anyway, 2018 can fuck off now. Happy New Year, you guys!


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The Magnificent 7

Yeah, so, my mighty, mighty good boy Calvin is 7 today.

Geez, I can’t believe it’s been 7 years.

I’m so proud of Calvin. He is so smart and funny. He’s got a big heart. I know that he’s going to grow up to be a mighty, mighty good man just like his father. I just hope he doesn’t grow up too fast.

Then

Now

And now it’s time for everybody’s favorite parenting photos …

This is probably David’s favorite photo ever. He titled it “priorities,” and it clearly demonstrates how much I love my stupid phone.

And this is my favorite photo of David and Calvin (and Homer – RIP).


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The nod squad

Yeah, so, one of the things I love about being a parent (besides the fact that my kid is super amazing and undoubtedly the best person in the entire world) is the bond you have with other like-minded parents.

Obviously, there are parents who are huge assholes. They let their kids kick your seat in the movie theater or raise them to be racist, MAGA hat-wearing little shits. But there are some other cool parents out there, too. I like to think that mighty, mighty good man David and I are cool parents.

We’ve got each other’s back. We’re quick to offer wipes, sunblock and goldfish crackers when needed. We will help you in a public restroom when your kid has an accident.

A few weeks ago, we were at a restaurant sitting outside, and Calvin was pissed. We had been at Ocean Beach before heading to the restaurant, and he wanted to stay at the beach forever. I get it. The beach is fun.

He ran off from the table into a nearby open area and started crying. I walked up to him and hugged him while he cried.

“I want to go back to the beach,” he sobbed.

“We will. First lunch, then beach,” I told him.

He cried and cried, and another mother walked by with her two kids, and one of them was crying, too. Then she gave me the nod.

I have given this nod countless times, too. It’s the nod parents give each other to acknowledge that the struggle is real. We’ve been there. We get it.

Most parents are doing the best they can. So, whether you’re a parent or not, when you see a parent trying to comfort a screaming, tantrum-throwing kid, instead of judging them, give ’em a nod or one of those “I see you” hand gestures. It means a lot.


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Too cool for school

Yeah, so, my mighty, mighty good boy Calvin finished kindergarten today.

The first day of kindergarten.

The last day of kindergarten.

I’m so crazy proud of him. He has absolutely blossomed this year. He is talking so much and really improving his social and emotional interactions. He’s quite popular at school. When we’re walking around the school with him every kid says “Hi Calvin,” and every teacher or aide stops us to tell us how much they adore him. (#humblebrag)

Since he’s obsessed with fans, he stopped by the office every day and asked the receptionist to turn on her fan. He made such an impression on a fifth-grade teacher that she gave him a fan to bring home.

Fan boy.

I can’t believe that this August he will be a first grader! Gaaaaaahhh!

He’s got big plans this summer. He’s spending a week every month with my parents in Concord. While he’s there, he going to take swim lessons! I wouldn’t be surprised if swimming turned into a thing for him. I foresee a future of swim meets followed by Olympic gold medals and big, fat endorsement deals, which lead to us finally being able to buy a house in San Francisco.

He’s also doing a week of summer camp at the San Francisco Zoo. AND, he’s doing two weeks of summer camp through the city’s Park Department in which children with autism ride public transportation all day. I know, right?!? He’s gonna to freak out.

Actual footage of Calvin when he learns about the public transportation camp.

So anyway, I’m so proud of my mighty, mighty good boy. He is such a funny, sweet and handsome little guy.