Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Monday, October 28, 2013
So. There I was. A new student, transferring to a new school one week before the Christmas holidays, and because classes were overfilled the guidance counselor stuck me in a drama class.
Me, painfully shy, in drama class. With 28 loud, enthusiastic students who had known each other since kindergarten. With a teacher who, when I entered his class with the note informing him that I was now student #29, complained that there wasn't room for me, but-what-can-you-do-go-find-a-seat-I-don't-care-where. Every single day I dreaded that class.
As part of his lesson, he wanted to demonstrate the importance of body language and asked the class to help stage/direct us. He had me sit with my back to him and then asked the class for suggestions on how he could get my attention without using words. Following directions from the students he walked around and knelt in front of me; he took me by the shoulders until I was forced to look up at him; he gently put his hand on my chin and turned my head to face him. Because I didn't have to speak, I slowly started to relax until, after a while, the class faded away and I was only aware of him.
Monday, October 21, 2013
Stuck in the middle, you often don't get the attention you deserve.
Your older brother has all the firsts, leading the way in being the first to graduate, first to drive, first to get a job.
Your younger brother is the baby and gets everyone's attention for having the lasts: last to go through kindergarten, last to lose a front tooth, the last to still leave cookies for Santa Claus.
And there you are, bookended by your brothers.
But today is your birthday and we celebrate your passion for sports, your independence, and your cute dimples. Although sometimes quiet, you are charming and witty. Most importantly, you have a good sense of who you are, Jonathan, which is a real blessing.
We love you and we celebrate you.
Mom, Dad, Nicholas and Timothy
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Me: Dad, what do you want for your birthday?
Dad: I don't know. I really don't need anything.
Mom: I know what he wants. He wants a wind chime.
Dad: I want I wind chime?
Mom: Yes, don't you remember when we went to our friends' house and they had a wind chime. It sounded so beautiful.
Dad turns and looks at me.
Dad: I guess I want a wind chime.
I look at him. I look at my Mom. And I keep my mouth shut.
Later that evening I get a phone call.
Dad: I've been thinking. I really would like a wind chime.
I guess Nonno is getting a wind chime. For his birthday. For Nonna. Or something.
|With Nonna's help.|
When Jonathan got a summer job at Arby's this summer, we thought he'd stop once school started. But no. Evidently Jonathan really likes getting a paycheck. Since he only works 3 evenings a week, and since his grades are all good and he seems to like it, we agreed to let him continue. He's a great worker. He's courteous, takes his job seriously, and knows how to stay busy. And I think he's pretty cute behind that counter.
Love that kid.
And this weekend it's his birthday, too, but he's not getting a wind chime. I promise.
|"Will you be dining in?"|
Tomorrow I'm going to pick Nicholas up from Clemson. With Nonno's birthday, Jonathan's birthday, and his cousin Ethan's birthday I don't think he wanted to miss out. It's the first time he's been home since leaving for college, so can you say spaghetti with clams? It's one of his favorite meals, and how can I do anything but oblige?
Can you also say dirty laundry? Let me clarify ... college student's dirty laundry. But wait, let me be even more specific ... male college student's dirty laundry.
I think you get the idea ...
|One care package headed to Clemson.|
Nicholas coming home reminds me of this interesting conversation ...
We're sitting around the dinner table on a Sunday talking about this and that. We're at my parents' house, which means Nonna is running back and forth to the kitchen, bringing in plates of food and telling everyone to mangia, mangia! The topic shifts to Nicholas, who is in the middle of college applications.
Nonna bustles in.
"Who are you going to sleep with in college?" Nonna asks Nicholas, as she grabs a plate and heads back to the kitchen.
We all freeze. No one says anything. At all. Then someone giggles, and before you know it we're all giggling because, really, what else can you do with such a question?
And Nonno -- who has been married to Nonna for a long, long time -- clarifies things.
"Uh, Nonna? You might want to watch your word choice," he calls. Then he looks at Nicholas. "She really wants to know who is going to be your roommate in college."
Oh! Roommate. Right.
When Timothy was in Kindergarten he was star student for one week, and as star student he/we had to do a food activity with the class. Since I had already taught the class how to dance La Tarantella the day before, I decided to keep with the Italian theme and introduce them to Nutella. So I brought two loaves of bread and a jar of Nutella to class.
Sixteen students went through two loaves of bread and the entire jar of Nutella. I mean, I was scraping the sides of the jar.
That night the phone calls started.
Can you tell me what you fixed the class today?
My son can't stop talking about it whatever it is you made in class today.
What's the chocolate sandwich you made?
Can you give me the recipe?
Where can I buy this Nutella?
Later that year I drove on a field trip, and when I introduced myself to one of the dads he said, "Oh! I know you! You're the Nutella person!" He then called his daughter over and showed me how she could recite the entire Nutella jingle of roasted hazelnuts, skim milk, and a hint of cocoa.
Then, this past Saturday at the school carnival -- which, let me remind you, is FOUR YEARS after that Superstar Week -- a mom mentioned how we were the first to introduce them to Nutella and that life has been great ever since.
Wow. At least I am good for something.
A call from the school nurse is never a good thing. One bambino home with a fever and a headache. Rather than using a cold washcloth, I did this ...
|"I'm not going to have to eat this, am I?"|
"Why is everyone laughing?" he asks, in all innocence. "It looks like a heart."
Of COURSE it's a heart, and if you thought otherwise ... SHAME ON YOU!!
*For more quick takes, go visit Jen at Conversion Diary.
Saturday, October 12, 2013
I don't know what's more funny ...
Timothy dressed as a sumo wrestler,
Timothy circling the ring as a sumo wrestler,
Timothy knocking over his opponent,
Timothy unable to get up in his sumo wrestling gear. I mean, he couldn't stand up. He couldn't roll over. He couldn't move at all. It took two teens to heft him to his feet again.
|Once down, neither sumo wrestler was going anywhere.|
Friday, October 4, 2013
~1~ Today my husband starts a new gig. Oh, he's still a respectable engineer by day, but this weekend he will trade in his security badge for a golf scorecard as he starts an apprenticeship to rate golf courses for the USGA. This will involve measuring the rough, greens, and hazards. Then, next spring he'll take a class and get his certification.
He's a happy man. This will involve his two favorite things, golf and math.
And free rounds of golf. There's that, too.
~2~ Saturday is a big day. All of us (including Nonna and Nonno) are headed to Clemson to visit Nicholas. We haven't seen him since we dropped him off in August. I've been compiling a list of things of things we need to bring him, but here was his official list which he texted earlier this week:
Not the healthiest request, but since he doesn't ask for much I will bring him what he asked for ... along with some granola bars and a HUGE tub of freshly made fruit salad.
~3~ Boys. This morning I was making sandwiches, and the squeeze bottle of mayonnaise made a you-know-what kind of noise.
WHY do they find this funny?
~4~ Camping + Gale Force Winds + Two Sleepless Nights = One Chest Cold. Bleck.
|Dinner at the Santa Fe Café, Hilton Head Island|
|Really, doesn't it make you smile?|
~7~ Finally, referring back to Quick Take #1, I have a correction to make. My husband has THREE favorite things: golf, math, and me ... not necessarily in that order. Just thought I'd make that clear.
Now, go visit Jen over at Conversion Diary for some more Quick Takes fun!