Oct
29

The emptiness of shopping

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It’s been a while since I last wrote a post of the things I’m loving, and right now, when I should be preparing a lesson for tomorrow, hanging the laundry, or writing a couple of invoices I have to fax tomorrow, right now seems like a good moment to do so.

I am completely smitten with Satch & Sol’s children’s shoes and slippers (I don’t know who Satch is, Sol isn’t me). I will probably get these boots for Damiano:

Handmade in Mongolia, coffee brown leather Buriat boots with beige leather trim. A unique design of 100% woolen felt inside each boot provides comfort as boots set to fit the individual wearer. Sole comprised of durable rubber, two layers of leather and thick woolen layer. There is little visual difference between the left & right boot, so the left boot is tagged for kids & their grown-ups. Easy to put on & off, Buriat boots are favorite outdoor footwear for many kids who call them comfy and warm. No water-proofing agent has been applied, but Buriat boots take a lot of soaking before little feet get wet. Hand-sewn colorful stitching in orange & green detail each boot.

You can’t beat this coolness (so-ugly-I’m-lovely-ness). And he’ll need them pretty soon round here.

The banana cellphone holder. Oh… talk about vital.

And as usual, my birthday is there to remind me that November is a quick month and then there’s Christmas, New Year’s and my two sweeties’ birthdays too. How about a Domberger calendar for our very colorful house?

How fun would it be to snap the circles off everyday?


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Oct
29

Faccione @ Sterzing

Posted by sol in friends, images

hi there, I’m here blogging at 4 AM because yesterday I was having the worst headache of my life, threw up again (in my mother-in-law’s car) and a terrible neck pain (aka was feeling like crap) and went to bed right after Damiano, at 7 PM, so I just woke up! I will go back to bed right now but I HAD to start the dishwasher, since I’m out of bottles and teaspoons and the idea of Damiano waking up starving and fuzzy and me having to wash by hand just knocked me out of bed.

My best friend, the one who saved me from depravation and perdition more than once in my teenage life, came over from Milan and we had a great time:

Not even Damiano managed to wake him up. Sleeps like a top.

Katie baked me a birthday cake!! It was lovely, with colored sprinkles and all, an delicious. My birthday was a great one, I also got a watercolor made by Lisi (next to the cake in the photo), a beautiful scarf, a new Thermomix (the Bimby, in Italy) from my mother-in-law (WOW) and a little tripod so I can take cooler photos for my blog, the Husband :)

Can’t complain I’d say.. of course lovely messages and phone calls too. I might have turned into a housewife full of children but certainly not one without friends…!

Don’t be fooled, he is not De Niro. He’s better looking.


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Oct
26

dog = joy

Posted by sol in images, my sons are smarter than me

I’ve been awful, but I’m here to amend.


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Oct
22

apparently we’ll have another jr.

Posted by sol in images, my sons are smarter than me

12 1/2 weeks of pregnancy, 6 cm long. We were lucky enough he was asleep, with his legs open, showing his genitals. The doc said 99% it’s a boy!!!!

Sucking his thumb.

That’s the lower half of his little body, with his scrotum in full view.


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Oct
20

ohhh Paris…

Posted by sol in prattle

Convenient change of plans this morning, since Damiano is coughing like crazy and is full of snot, no swimming. Early nap instead. While I can relax, bake a tarte aux pommes and read a good fix of newspapers.

Found this lovely article on Paris while perusing the NY Times and I swear it took my breath away. God knows how I love that city, and how even only 36 hours there would be hard to forget. I’m sure we’ll be able to go soon, hopefully before little person n.2 arrives, and enjoy perhaps an early spring morning in Place des Vosges, a stroll through the Marais, stopping at Mariage Frères to stock up with the most delicious teas, maybe drop by the Clignancourt flea market, dinner with oysters, and lunch at the Lebanese trattoir? The thought of it makes me want to save every penny I’m making with my stints as a teacher and translator…. and it’s not a bad idea at all. (note to self: stop going on Etsy…..)

However, we absolutely cannot complain, since in two months time we’ll be travelling to Mexico to spend a week by the sea in Acapulco, eating ceviches, gringas and whatnot (al kinds of ultra spicy foods I’m sure I’ll be craving like crazy very soon), getting a good fix of sunlight, enough to prepare ourselves for the ongoing winter in the Alps. We’ll be back home for Christmas, but I’m sure we’ll also get our share of family reunions in Mexico City as well.

ok now back to my tarte aux pommes….


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Oct
19

where have I been and where will I be

Posted by sol in prattle

an awful lot going on this past week: working on three different fronts (teaching, translating, preparing a course…) fighting nausea and vomiting (It’s gotten much better since Thursday I must say. Now the problem is the constant heartburn), a fucking kidney stone that sent me to A&E, the most difficult doll to make, for Lisi’s birthday but finished just on time, a pleasant movie on Saturday, a lovely visit on Sunday, and preparing for next week’s hell on earth:

  • Monday: Damiano’s swimming lesson, teaching, preparing the first lesson at the dairy plant.
  • Tuesday: Damiano’s appointment with the doctor; first lesson at dairy plant.
  • Wednesday: Trip to Innsbruck in the morning with Damiano, hoping to get a nice and clear baby sonogram at the ob/gyn’s,  lunch with friends there, a trip to IKEA and maybe some clothes for myself and my growing belly, plus normal teaching once back in Stz. and preparing second lesson at dairy plant.
  • Thursday: A little rest? noooo… Second lesson at DP. argh..
  • Friday: It’s my birthday, geeee…. And I get to clean the house, wrap presents for my father-in-law with whom I share birthday (and some temperament traits) My dear friend Enrico arrives from Milan and he better be carrying a shitload of presents *hint**hint*

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Oct
11

small pleasures

Posted by sol in list
  • Having a whole hour in the morning to shower and relax while the boys are out and about.
  • Not having to cook for two days in a row.
  • The sunny autumn in the Alps
  • Finding out that the friend you thought you lost is really a complete imbecile and you lost nothing.
  • Finding out that losers that you so happily shun are addicted to your blog. Poor souls.

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Oct
9

Boy or girl, thanks for the gatorade.

Posted by sol in prattle

Just as everyone is unique, every pregnancy is unique, too. I had heard this but until I got pregnant 8 weeks ago, I didn’t fully believe it. This time it’s a complete new experience. Sure, some things are exactly the same, like this MFing acne. But also, for the first time the craving phenomenon has hit me, together with the vomiting one. Even if I acknowledge that I could be feeling much worse and still stand on my feet (yeah that’s how gutsy I am), as far as I know, throwing up every day isn’t typical – what I mean is that I’ve earned the right to complain.

Although I don’t even feel like complaining that much, because I’m just so excited about this baby! I’m thinking it will be a girl and it seems like an eternity until Christmas when we’ll be able to see the sex. I see Damiano smiling, I hear his first funny words, I see him play and sleep… and I wonder if this baby will be as amazing and I know it will.

I’m craving Mexican food like crazy. Craaaazy.


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Oct
3

this kid likes junk food

Posted by sol in prattle

This morning began with a slice of bread, wich was eaten and ejected in the lapse of 8 minutes. Time to eat it, open the fridge, smell the cheese and look at a leftover soup. I decided to skip breakfast altogether, gave Damiano his own breakfast, at least I was already relieved and could give him his poached egg without gagging. For lunch I had a fennel salad, and then read an article on potato chips and the crunchy sound they make and instantly knew that potato chips was the only thing I could eat. And potato chips it was. With lemon and hot sauce. And didn’t feel nauseated once during the rest of the day.

Hopefully this morning sickness will last only a two or three more weeks, and I can proceed to the bingeing phase of the pregnancy. Yay! (note to the husband: just kidding)


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Oct
2

I’m here to help.

Posted by sol in list

My birthday is in 3 weeks, but don’t panic. Here’s a list of some of the things you could get me and we all be happy.


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