(In the girl's room getting ready for the day with Fia and Francesca)
I am helping Francesca get on her clothes which consist of a skirt, leggings, turtleneck and shirt......she starts gagging when she puts on the turtetneck. Why this surprises me I don't know........the child gags at almost every meal. Thankfully she doesn't throw up and the turtleneck stays on.
Fia: I throw up a little in my mouth at school. The food comes up and stays in my mouth and I just swallow it. It's ok.
Never knew that.
(Still in the girl's room)
Francesca is twirling around with a monkey that Zia Maria gave me. Yes, my sister-in-law gave me a stuffed monkey. She was referencing the fact that her cousin asked where the monkey was when I started laughing one day early on in my relationship with Joe. To her credit she didn't realize it was the new girlfriend in the room that was laughing. The story stuck and I was known for my monkey laugh since then. Charming, I know :)
Fia: You know Francesca that is really mommy's monkey. Zia Maria gave it to her. It's yours now but one day you can give it to your daughter and then she can give it to her daughter and then we will all be dead.
Another gem. Who knew that Zia Maria was buying an heirloom monkey that would live on after we were all dead one day.
(Walking into the kitchen)
Nico: M-O-M!! I CANNOT CRISS CROSS IN THESE PANTS! SEE! SEE! (As he is yanking at the inseams of the pants......for those of you not in the know he is referring to criss cross applesauce - the appropriate way of saying indian style now)
Mom: Ok. Could you have told me that without yelling.
Nico: Sorry. Yes. But MOM why did you put these jeans out for me?
Mom: I. didn't. know. (I tend to speak very slowly and calmly when the children get in their hysterical something is bothering me and feels out of control mode.) Why don't we go see if there are some other pants we can find, ok?
Nico: Ok (sigh)
Mom: Oh here are some but wait they don't match you shirt, let's see if we can find other pants so you don't have to change your shirt.
Nico: Why do they have to MATCH?
Fia: Oh she always wants EVERYTHING to match (as if this is something akin to torturing small, fluffy kittens PLUS have you seen my children? Hardly fashion plates and most of the time Francesca doesn't altogether match because she adds accessories or clothing items at the last moment that makes her look like a homeless diva or Madonna in the 80s after a really, really rough night.).
Mom: Here. I found some other jeans.
And the morning continues with basketball class, jewelry making and more in the basement.
How's your morning been?