We celebrated Vinny's birthday with Thai food. Nom nom nom!
Showing posts with label Happy Birthday Vinny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Happy Birthday Vinny. Show all posts
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Sunday, July 26, 2009
"I'll Be Fine"
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After reading to Vinny the other night before bedtime, he says, "you should go be with daddy."
"I should?" I say. "Why?"
"Because he's your husband, and you should spend time with him," says Vinny.
"So you don't want me to stay until you fall asleep?" I ask. "Are you going to be ok?"
"I'll be fine," Vinny assures me. "I fell asleep by all myself last night."
It's funny how an 8 year old child can be so full of wisdom one moment, and full of something else, the next.
Oh, the paradox of parenting. It's enough to drive a crazy person, sane. But for the moment, I believe I will hang onto to crazy, otherwise, I might start drinking.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Happy Birthday Vinny!
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Happy Birthday Baby!
That's right, no matter how big you get, or how much you tower over me, I reserve the right to call you baby for the rest of your life. All because you lived in my belly. Your soul really should have thought that one through instead of just jumping in my vacant fetus. There are always consequences for our actions.
It sounds so cliche, but it's hard to believe you're 8 years old today. And that you're going to be in third grade next year.
"Mommy, do you think they are going to hold me back in second grade," asks Vinny.
"What?" I ask. "Why on Earth would you think that?"
"Because I missed the last day of school," asks Vinny.
"No, you're fine," I say.
I'm still amazed you read the entire Harry Potter series in two months, last Fall. Or that sometimes you are kind and considerate to your little brother, Gio, and baby sister, Kate.
I know Gio really loves you because when he wakes up in the middle of the night he often runs to your room for comfort. I'm sure it has nothing to do with the "keep out!" sign on our bedroom door. Or the fact that we lock the door at night.
Your Lego skills are impressive, and second in our household only to LegoDaddy. But probably not for long.
I love how you are so helpful, and I love your problem solving skills. However, I'm not so fond of all the freaky little noises you make. I'm wondering if you could please reserve those sounds for your alone time in your room (with the door closed), or during school hours. Thanks.
Also, thanks for all the help you give me on my child appropriate blogs. You're already a great writer. Must be the countless hours you spend with books.
"Books are friends, not food."
Yes, I've memorized the script to Finding Nemo. Now, I can claim the title, Mommy Nerd.
I love that you always tell me, "you're the best Mom for me," especially since your brother has been asking to go live with another family for a few days now.
"When I'm well, can I go live with Jenn," pleads Gio. "Please, just for one day."
Even cooler is we have the same warped sense of humor. We can look at each other and without saying a word, we start laughing. It's so fun, even if it confuses Daddy.
"What are you laughing at?" asks Stefan. "I don't get it."
Unfortunately, for him that makes us laugh harder.
Now is probably a great time to mention, I do appreciate those rare occasions, when you listen to me and do what I say. Thanks!
Good luck, Baby.
I love you so much, no butts,
Mommy
That's right, no matter how big you get, or how much you tower over me, I reserve the right to call you baby for the rest of your life. All because you lived in my belly. Your soul really should have thought that one through instead of just jumping in my vacant fetus. There are always consequences for our actions.
It sounds so cliche, but it's hard to believe you're 8 years old today. And that you're going to be in third grade next year.
"Mommy, do you think they are going to hold me back in second grade," asks Vinny.
"What?" I ask. "Why on Earth would you think that?"
"Because I missed the last day of school," asks Vinny.
"No, you're fine," I say.
I'm still amazed you read the entire Harry Potter series in two months, last Fall. Or that sometimes you are kind and considerate to your little brother, Gio, and baby sister, Kate.
I know Gio really loves you because when he wakes up in the middle of the night he often runs to your room for comfort. I'm sure it has nothing to do with the "keep out!" sign on our bedroom door. Or the fact that we lock the door at night.
Your Lego skills are impressive, and second in our household only to LegoDaddy. But probably not for long.
I love how you are so helpful, and I love your problem solving skills. However, I'm not so fond of all the freaky little noises you make. I'm wondering if you could please reserve those sounds for your alone time in your room (with the door closed), or during school hours. Thanks.
Also, thanks for all the help you give me on my child appropriate blogs. You're already a great writer. Must be the countless hours you spend with books.
"Books are friends, not food."
Yes, I've memorized the script to Finding Nemo. Now, I can claim the title, Mommy Nerd.
I love that you always tell me, "you're the best Mom for me," especially since your brother has been asking to go live with another family for a few days now.
"When I'm well, can I go live with Jenn," pleads Gio. "Please, just for one day."
Even cooler is we have the same warped sense of humor. We can look at each other and without saying a word, we start laughing. It's so fun, even if it confuses Daddy.
"What are you laughing at?" asks Stefan. "I don't get it."
Unfortunately, for him that makes us laugh harder.
Now is probably a great time to mention, I do appreciate those rare occasions, when you listen to me and do what I say. Thanks!
Good luck, Baby.
I love you so much, no butts,
Mommy
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