Saturday, December 27, 2008
But our little one has other plans when at 6:30 he trudges into our room and climbs into our bed. He rolls around. He climbs back and forth over my husband and me. He jumps up and down. We totally ignore him, we are that tired.
Then (are you ready for this?) he leans close to my face, pats my cheeks with both hands, and says very sweetly and matter of factly: You blithering idiot.
My eyes pop open. Did he just . . . ? Where did . . . ? Who taught . . . ? How? When?
Slowly a memory surfaces of Captain Hook calling Mr. Smee a "blithering idiot" in Disney's Peter Pan.
Oh. Well, then. I feel so much better. And even though I had in fact been blithering, I am no idiot. It's raining, it's dark, it's early . . . I roll over and go back to sleep.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
We make 500 of them...one at a time.
It looks like a lot of work, but it really only takes a few hours. The best part is that every year during this time my sons (and truthfully, my husband) get a lesson, compliments of Nonna, on a different opera.
My mother is from Verona, which hosts a huge opera season every summer in L'Arena (an open-air Roman colosseum) so she is well-versed on Puccini and Verdi.
and Romeo and Juliet (which takes place in Verona).
Let me tell you . . . opera is not boring. Oh, my sons could do without the "mushy stuff", but there are plenty of swordfights, suicides, murders, infidelities, betrayals, and deaths to thrill any boy.
Believe it or not, operas make good stories.
The only problem is when Nonna starts singing . . .
Thursday, December 18, 2008
And I'm on my last roll of scotch tape.
I have plenty of glue sticks, though. Think that will work?
Monday, December 15, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
These were men curled up in wheelchairs, most of them in their 80's, wearing bibs and shouting out occasionally. Each wheelchair was pushed by a healthcare worker. I could tell these men were well taken care of . . . they all sported bright Christmas sweaters and it was obvious that the healthcare workers were trying to make things as festive as possible for them. Some of the wheelchairs were even decorated.
As I was standing in line to make a purchase, I noticed that some people were uncomfortable with the outbursts these men were making. I also noticed that some were even annoyed, rolling their eyes and sighing at the disruptions.
I looked at those healthcare workers caring for those poor men and thought that they were a living example of what Christmas is all about; they deserved better than the dirty looks they were getting because, heaven knows, they were doing a job that not many of us could do. I know I couldn't.
So I got out of line and walked over to the group standing nearby. In a voice that carried back to the register, I touched one of the workers on the arm and said, "You are angels, every one of you. I think it is so wonderful that you bring these men to the mall and let them experience a little holiday spirit. Really, God bless you."
To be honest, I was really nervous, but when the healthcare worker looked at me and gave me this warm smile . . . it was so worth it.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Since this was his first time, I was very curious as to what he did.
Evidently he and two friends were saying "poopy words".
Upon further questioning it seems that at the time they had been making gingerbread...with each child given a chunk of brown, lumpy dough.
And I'm thinking: if you give a boy something brown and lumpy, it's just a matter of time before the "poopy words" begin.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
It is the beautiful task of Advent to awaken in all of us memories of goodness and thus to open doors of hope."
-Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger, Seek that Which is Above, 1986
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Cast of characters:
Bia: sometimes writer, best of the bunch
It all began innocently enough...
Ua: Get your Christmas hats on and be ready for a FUN Christmas celebration at our household on Sunday, December 14th; show up anytime after 8 am. I might look a little scary that early, though, just a warning.
Bia: EVERYTHING SOUNDS PERFECT, BUT SHOULDN'T YOU LET US BRING SOMETHING? DESSERTS?
David: And maybe for Christmas someone can show Bia where the Caps Lock key is.
Patrick: She’s just used to shouting…
Bia: EXCUSE ME? I EMPHATICALLY (good word there...I'll have to use it in an article) DO NOT SHOT...I MEAN SHOOT...I MEAN SHOUT!
Bia: BESIDES, DON'T YOU GUYS NEED TO WORK? DAVID, SAVE A LIFE, OR TWO? LAURA, LOOK UP SOME GHASTLY DISEASE? PATRICK, SOME TAXY THING?
Mom: For whoever has drawn Dad's name I have a suggestion: A paper shredder....a "modern day" pajama (size large)...
Bia: Uhm, what's a large paper shredder pajama?
David: I’ve found the Large Paper Shredder Pijama and tried them out. I’m still nursing a few injuries in key locations.
Leah: I must be the only one working around here!! Raising two little angels--I barely have time for anything else (like sending emails)--sniff, sniff.
Ua: We’ve probably already crashed Mom & Dad’s email system...
Later in the day....
Dad: I am confused. I looked at about 12 of these back and forth one-liners and have determined that all of you have way too much free time. Get a job!!! There are FOUR PAGES OF THEM ON MY SLOW EMAIL. Nonno
Bia: Now who's yelling?
Mom: Quando il papa` ha aperto il computer questa sera mi ha chiamato subito tutto preoccupato perche` ha trovato 2 pagine intere di messaggi che , a prima vista, sembravano tutti gli stessi. Abbiamo un VIRUS ha esclamato ! AIUTO! Cosa facciamo adesso? Per fortuna io ho suggerito di incominciare a leggerli e abbiamo cosi` visto che invece era la vostra corrispondenza. Avete propio lavorato molto quest'oggi!
Translator: When Dad turned on the computer this evening he called me all worried that he found two full pages of messages that, at first sight, seemed all the same. WE HAVE A VIRUS! he exclained. HELP! What do we do now? Fortunately I figured out that you were emailing eachother. I can tell you have all been working hard today.
And we all were working hard, kinda sorta.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
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Monday, December 1, 2008
Over Thanksgiving my sister had given me all four of her Twilight books by Stephenie Meyer, and I finally caved in and read them to see what all the fuss was about. Then Saturday night, since the little one was in bed and the boys (big and little) settled down to watch some football, I thought it would be fun to see the movie since I had just finished reading the book.
It was too late to call anyone, but heck, I decided to go alone.
So, there I was, at the movie theater.
On a Saturday night.
A date night.
To see Twilight which was, really, a teen movie.
There was one middle-aged couple...and me. Everyone else was younger and on a date.
But as I looked at all those young kids I had a revelation: I like who I am right now at this point in my life, and although I was a little nostalgic for that young freedom, I wouldn't want to go back to those years.
I like being 41.
I like being a wife and mother.
I especially like the fact that I didn't feel embarassed about sitting in the movie theater all alone.
And, I enjoyed the movie. I really did.
The only thing that showed my age was that once the lights were lowered, instead of a $50 snack of popcorn and a soda, I slipped a granola bar out of my purse.
Hey, I have three sons that need to go to college.