Saturday, August 30, 2014

A Morning Conversation, BC (before cappuccino)





Timothy: Top Gear is, like, my favorite show. Both the American and the British one. I want a Lamborghini. Or maybe a Bentley. Do you know how fast a dragster goes? Well, it's like 220 miles an hour, or something. A Bugatti is cool, too. Let me see your iPhone and I'll show you a picture.

Me: Look. No more talking about cars. Between football and cars ... talk about other things.


Timothy: You just say that because you don't like cars. What kind of cars do you like, anyway?


Me: Smart Cars, Fiats, and Mini Coopers.


Timothy is speechless. How uncool could his mom be?


Me: Oh, and I also like vintage Vespas.


Timothy sighs. He has a lot of work to do to catch me up to speed.





NOTE: All these photos of smart cars were taken by yours truly when we were in Italy three years ago. It became a game. When we got home Timothy and I made a poster of all the Smart Cars we saw on our trip. Also note the last one ... a Red Cross Smart Car.






















Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Happiness is ...



a son who calls home from college yesterday ... not because he needs anything or has a question ... but just to talk and tell me about his classes.


son #2 who drives his baby brother to school, and says the morning prayers with him in the car.


son #3 who still wants me (and only me) to go over his spelling words with him.


Friday, August 22, 2014

Proud of My Golfer



Notice the photo below. After Joe plays a round of golf, he leaves his scorecard on the kitchen table so we can oooh and aaah over his golf score. It's usually there for about a week.


But this particular scorecard is special. Inside is the evidence of a glorious round in which he shot a 75.


Sunday, August 17, 2014

Missing a Presence



Today we dropped off our college sophomore at Clemson University.


And it's a strange thing, because despite being home for the summer, he wasn't. During the week he worked from 6:00 a.m. until 5:30 p.m. as an engineering intern, every Friday night he had a group of friends over to hang out (or he went out), on weekends there were beach trips and/or camping trips, and the times when he was home ... well, he was catching up on his sleep.


Basically, he flitted in and out and, really, seemed to be gone more than he was here.


So why, then, this evening when we are here and he is at Clemson, does the house feel so empty?


Settling in at Clemson ...
and enjoying the spaciousness of duplex-living.
Love you, Nicho!

Thursday, August 14, 2014

A Note for Timothy



Not as good as last year's Diary of Timothy the Kid, but tomorrow Timothy will find in his desk a little something from the files of very bad poetry by Bia.


Tuesday, August 5, 2014

"Just shoot me now."



Those were the words I was muttering this morning as I was running around trying to get our rising senior out the door at 9 a.m. for his senior portraits.


Is it just my boys, or do all boys compare having their picture taken with torture?


“I don’t feel like doing it,” he told me last week when I mentioned the appointment. “Why do we even have senior photos, anyway?”


“Well, yearbook and graduation announcements are just two reasons that come to mind,” I replied, very patiently.


Okay. He reluctantly agreed that it was necessary for the yearbook … the key word being reluctantly.


But then, THEN I happened to mention that our photography session – which was the MINI SESSION, mind you, and the smallest package offered – also included casual photos in addition to the graduation one. Of course this meant that we had to decide on a casual outfit which, believe me, was a PAIN because his idea of casual (a Celtics t-shirt) and my idea of casual (a striped button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up) were on totally opposite ends of the spectrum. As we were digging through his closet he then dared suggest that we just skip the casual photo, to which I put my foot down. Once I managed to drag him to the photography studio for a session which included casual photos in the basic fee, then by golly he was going to have those photos taken.


I think he realized I meant business, but that didn’t stop him from groaning that an additional outfit also meant more dumb posing and more dumb smiling and … well, torture.


By the time we left the house this morning, I wasn't perspiring … I was sweating. And thinking very un-Mommy-like thoughts.


As it turned out, it was all much ado about nothing. The entire session was quick, painless, and the photographer cracked some really corny jokes which had us all laughing. So WHY did Jonathan raise such a fuss? Who knows. Even Timothy, at one point, told him to quit being dumb (score one for baby brother!).


But wow! Did Jonathan ever look good! Formal shots … handsome. Casual shots (in the striped shirt because I won that battle) … handsome.


And my eyes got watery. You know, from all those bright lights and camera flashes.


And I didn't mention yesterday's back to school shopping ...
who knew buying shoes could be so stressful?

Monday, August 4, 2014

In His Own Words



Many of you know about our family vacation tradition in which the boys send postcards to themselves as a way of keeping a travel journal. A postcard is perfect because it's a picture of what they've visited, and the limited amount of space on the back keeps the torture journaling to a minimum. The older boys have outgrown this tradition, but Timothy is the perfect age.


Today, his postcards started arriving from last week's adventures ...