Finished 4 exams with decent results and survived. Enjoyed 12 days of vacation doing mostly cross country skiing and lolling around at home, playing with the boys and having a ball. Tomorrow it all starts over, my hopefully final semester and it’s going to be a tough one. I have a big project and 4 big exams, as well as a race in May for which I’d better start training soon. Thank gawd I have these two things here to keep me focused:
*ushhhhh* I’m blowing off the dust of this blog (and emptying the shit out of my iphone as you can see)… sorry I’ve been rather busy. We had a bumpy summer start this year, my husband breaking a knee playing football on no other day than summer solstice, and all that endless fun that follows:
Today we got the results of the MRI, and basically it’s pretty broken and we have to decide on a date for surgery. Three weeks in and Michele already took a couple of steps without the crutches. It’s going to be a long summer for him. Children, learn the lesson: don’t play competitive sports.
The amount of gadgetry in this house is ridiculous, but ensures that there’s something for everyone when this mama’s had enough.
Ice-cream makes us all happy. And moustache-y.
And sushi, even more so.
When Santi was serving his last days ever at the nursery (the boy starts pre-school in Autumn), Damiano and I splurged and hit the posh sushi place in Innsbruck one day. The boy is crazy about makis.
Lately it’s been raining ALL THE TIME, but two weeks ago the only thing we were doing was hanging out at the pool. Last year I bought these terry cloth robes (dresses) for the boys, and they loved them. You might have heard me say to someone asking why the BOYS have DRESSES: they’re boy-dresses. We love them.
Damiano does this and it cracks me up. I never thought of doing that. I was too fat.
I love this photo. Damiano looks a lot like my father in it. And Norah is happy, Damiano finally decided he wants to marry her.
We’ve been also celebrating. Nothing in particular. Just that it’s summer and we can be together all the time. Which is nice.
Some guys prefer the batter.
We made vanilla and chocolate cupcakes from this book (which I fully recommend because everything just turns out fantastic) and the kids helped out. It was messy but fun. Also, dinner.
Santi, scientifically proving that I and I only am his mother, ate off all the icing first. (powedered sugar, butter, that’s it). We used liners from Ikea that were wide and low, so more than cupcakes they looked like boobs.
Oh yes, let me show off. I’ve been sewing quite a bit lately (and much much much more to come), and last night I whipped up this skirt. The photo sucks but the light is what it is during our frequent cloudbursts. I’m very proud because: a) it fits like a glove b)I didn’t use a pattern, just improvised. c)the waistband is 100% shirring d)it’s black silk taffeta, so it’s comfy, has a lovely texture (and sound), goes with everything (you just need to pretend you’re a J.Crew model and suddenly the most bizarre combinations look glamorous) and it’s fresh in summer and great in winter with a pair of tights. Seriously, this fucking deserved a blog post of its own. Oh well. oh and it cost about 25€
I love magazines, so every time I get out of my god forsaken town and find a proper newsstand I’m like a kid in a candy store. No scratch that. I’m like a kid in the iPad store. Anyway, I also love to look at shitty magazines:
1993? Hello! It’s 2012, we found one of your magazines here in the future, we thought you might want it back!
There’s a magazine for everyone, *everyone*. Cat lady? I’m talking to you.
Not one, not two, but THREE magazines about wristwatches. Because, you know, knowing what time it is is not enough.
And, in all fairness, I also spotted some gorgeous stuff, with lovely typography, so here, wash that cat smell off your eyes:
They usually say that a first born enjoys a more thorough documentation of their early life, while the subsequent siblings and their accomplishments go unnoticed or at least never make it to the family album. In this case I have proof that we try our hardest: I have evidence of both my boys as they first learn to ride their bikes.
I found a website that sells shoes for size 12 cinderellas like me and ships to Italy… and thanks to the strong euro, they are a steal. I’m so giddy. I bought these shoes to go with my baby blue dress below. Can you tell I’m so excited about the wedding? and also, right after the wedding, we’re also going on a sort of honeymoon ourselves… summer can’t be here soon enough!
Now I need a yellow clutch and yellow earrings. I’ll be all matchy matchy, so what?
On Wednesday I went to My University for a pre-enrollment advice session and as I prowled through the faculty corridors it finally struck me.
I am a freshman.
And I am going to fill, for the second time in my life after being a mother, my hours with shit I really dig. And right there is me talking like a freshman.
It won’t be easy because especially in the first semester I will hardly see my boys during the week. And I will miss them to bits. I miss them already. And I’ll have all sorts of negative thoughts about disregarding them and having other people raise them for me. I know. But it’s going to be alright. They will forgive me and they will turn out ok.
They are awesome. Bright and smart and funny and sweet. They even make me pancakes.
