Blogging is hard, takes a long time, is not satisfying, and it’s super useless. That said, I’ll keep doing it because it helps my shitty memory, especially when I need to find a recipe or when I wonder what was I doing 2 3 or 4 years ago today. Life goes so fast, and only now do I start to realise it. Michele and I will be married 8 years next month! Now we’re starting a new phase, or should I say a new parenthesis? in any case, it’s so bloody exciting I can hardly grasp it, but it’s so good that not even my dissociation can handle it.
I will start my master’s degree in less than two months, Damiano and Santiago will start school in 3 weeks, and we have made quite a home of our rented house. After literally months without doing it, I poured the contents of my iphone so I have some photos to post. I guess they’re “cold” now, but who cares. The only question is, FIFO or LIFO? I think I will just shake things up a little and post randomly. YAYYY!
A good thing of our house in England is the garden: our neighbours were so nice as to give us their trampoline before moving out: the boys use it for jumping. I use it as a sun lounger. We bought a small BBQ and a picnic table. And now we eat alfresco all the time as long as it’s not raining, which by the way it hasn’t done at all.
A bad thing of our house in England? Well, besides the pink bathroom and the linoleum floors, there’s no dishwasher. WAHHH WAAAHHH.
Anyway, these two little people here seem to like it here, as you can see.
It’s been a year since our plans of going abroad for a year were made and then brutally crushed together with knee ligaments and life threatening health issues. But we persisted, and now it’s really happening. I’ll be doing a master’s degree at the University of Reading starting in October, but we’re leaving in July to settle in and enjoy the English summer. It’s going to be amazing and it’s also going to be crazy expensive, so we have decided to put our place up for rent on AirBnB.
4 years ago I made a baby and he was the chubbiest sweetest thing in the world. Now he’s a big boy who still wishes he could wear nappies, who loves food and cars and pink. He’s quick to scare (Santi the cupboard!!!) and also quick to console. He loves his big brother probably more than anything else, and also to twirl his fingers around my hair, especially at 3 in the morning.
Since next year we’ll be in England, who knows if we will have time for a party, and since he’s seen Damiano’s party, a bash of his own was mandatory.
The invitation was a trace for a paper plane, of course.
The cake was a whipped cream cake base from the usual book, layered with strawberries and strawberry compote and frosted with 7 minute frosting. It’s a slight variation on the one cake my grandmother used to bake when I was little. For the lettering, I piped his name with melted chocolate on a piece of parchment, froze it for a few minutes and carefully placed it on top of the cake.
We had around 18 kids so we sealed our parking lot with construction tape.
He got a ton of presents. His favorites? This (he will go to sleep hugging it), and this. (yep, that’s right) oh, and this.
And tattoos. (I don’t think I’ll ever throw a kid’s party without them)
Besides folding around a hundred paper planes, mostly taking inspiration from this kit, I folded tiny ones to put in the favor bags. Very relaxing. My favourite pen (White ink!!!)
tic-tacs in the favor bags=happy kids.
For the bags I used my tracing paper and I sewed them into pyramids, which was very satisfying.
I don’t have many photos of the actual party because I was too busy taking kids to pee, making sure nobody threw themselves in front of a car, and keeping the wind from blowing all our cheese-puffs away, but my friend Chrissy did so I’m waiting…
The boys got medals, as did every other kid in the race. (funny story: Damiano, upon realizing that everyone got medals told me: “mommy that was a fake race”, clever boy). We had a lovely lunch, a lovely ice cream and we plodded through Bologna in a very hot afternoon. My feet were sore, and on the following day…
My friend Claudia and I were all clad in pink…
and with bibs of our own.
It was really fun, and it was a bit like childbirth because running 10.5 km in the heat and humidity with no water really sucked balls but now I don’t remember that, I only think that it was really fun and I can’t wait to do it again. I’m nuts.