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Techical error

So that post I thought I posted on Father’s Day? Um, technical error. Didn’t post. Most likely because I forgot to hit the ‘publish’ button. But that’s OK. You didn’t really want to read another blather about fathers and dads and sons and everyone all doing super things together, right??

We ate pizza and went swimming. Vince painted Daddy a picture. It was extremely sweet. So that was Father’s Day, and then Edward went to work and I went to sleep. Party.

We are gearing up for our trip to New York this weekend. I should clarify that we are not actually going to the Big Apple. We are hitting up Long Island. You know, where Lindsay Lohan is from? There.

So unfortunately Tracy, I will not be going handbag shopping. As much as I long to be ushered up staircases and behind black sheet-draped enclosures, I will not be. Vince and his cousin Chloe are getting christened together on Sunday instead.

I guess it’s a good trade-off…

Maybe someone wants to just pick me up a handbag as a christening gift to Vince? Right. I thought not.

I am pretty excited to head up North to see the family. The last time we were up there was when Edward’s other little cousin Anna was christened in 2006. Which was just a few weeks after I moved to Florida from Canada. It was a bit of a culture shock for this Canadian, which is funny to look back at.

What a transformation a polite Canadian has when confronted by 70 or so Italians who mostly are eating things that Canadians are not accustom to devouring. And I say devour because that’s what I did. Pretty much the whole time. At Edward’s Grandparents house. At that really awesome restaurant we all ate at. At Edward’s aunts house, the one with the chocolate fountain?

It’s been 5 years and I am now a corrupt Anglo-Italian. Of sorts. Or at least my son is, being as he is actually of Italian and Canadian descent. And says ‘Mummy’ and ‘holiday’ and yet, also, eats mortadella by choice and has requested salami. And is three years old.

And who’s Mummy is an epic rambler. What was I talking about? Why am I not in bed? Happy Father’s Day! Belated!

Heading to Long Island in 3 days and am terrifically excited… Don’t worry, I’ll ramble againĀ  before then…

xoxo a.m.

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Delightful V

Ever since V was born, Christmas as been a real trip.

2008 he was 6 months old. I snugged him up in the cutest red plaid pj’s you have ever seen and we admired the tree and it’s twinkley lights together. We ignored my morning hair.

2009, V was 18 months and had been walking for about 2 of those. That year, we got a real tree. And put it up on a table to avoid curious fingers. We had a Christmas Elmo doll and V was spoiled rotten by everyone. And we ignored my morning hair again.

Here we are again. V is 2 1/2. Our fake tree has made a reappearance. All of my ‘special’ ornaments (the ones that my Grandmothers both gave me as a little girl) are on our mini-tree that is WAY up high on the top of a bookcase.

“Santa’s coming Mummy!!”

“Mummy look!! Santa lights!!”

“Mummy? Santa, reindeer, snowman, candy, two three FOUR!!”

“Mummy? Am I good boy!”

“Chewie good boy too. Santa coming!”

Honestly, he never stops talking about anything ever. But Santa is a new, interesting and obsessive development. He sees Santa everywhere. And he wants to ‘find’ him everywhere we go. Either him or The Grinch. Although, we are only allowed to just find The Grinch. God forbid that we should watch a movie with him. Or see him in person. We are only allowed to see him on billboards and look at him on the Christmas tree.

This is the year that I think will be completely different from the last 2. And I am pretty excited to be honest.

The baby is finally not a baby anymore. He is a miniature person, with big big thoughts and ideas. With curious eyes and mind. Watching him, you can literally see the creation of ideas, dreams and memories.

What a marvelous time of year to be a child! All I want to do is spend every minute of this lovely season with him. Building gingerbread trains, Xmas painting, cold late night walks for Santa light viewing, hot chocolate with marshmallows, endless never-ending cold weather snuggles…

Oh god, I love this time of the year…

xoxo a.m.

ps: I haven’t forgotten my morning hair. Although this year, there will be two of us with matching locks that are mess-tastic… Finally my son, finally…

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