So, it’s been a while and I do need to get a few things down, for the sake of ye kids, for the sake of de-cluttering my notes re: possible posts.
1. Last night I saw (against my will or better judgment re: what I can withstand) the Quentin Tarantino movie, Django Unchained. And while the first part may have had its merits, for me it turned total spaghetti western if that term had anything to do with red sauce being splattered on every wall, bodies being pumped with bullets, or exploding innards shooting across the various southern, inhospitable, wallpapered rooms on display.
Ugh. I kept on leaving to get air, sanity, a break from the blood-letting.
Fotis was in his own particular brand of heaven. Next time I’ll bring a beach chair and ye trusty iPad and park myself outside the theatre as he imbibes.
2. Oscar movies, announced. Again, used to be such a big deal for me, now not so much. I liked Lincoln, but it was slow. I liked Naomi Watts in The Impossible, but it too was near impossible to withstand. Just muck and flapping wounds and the innards of a muck-infested tropical hospital the movie lingers in for hours it seems.
3. Theodore. I love Theodore. I’ve said it many times. I was too harsh on him yesterday morning when he bounded up on the kitchen counter in his snowboots to retrieve his beloved (Santa wished for) water bottle. He left for school without it. I felt so bad that I walked them all inside that morning. Noelle cried, as she had to have me say goodbye to her, whereas at normal drop-off it’s she saying goodbye to me. Ya. Christiane showed me her all neat and ordered cubby. I was (brimming with pride) impressed. I got hugs (many) from Petros. Constantine told me to get out, he could do his cubby chores all by himself. (Guilt? Alarm? Do I bring him to our bed more to cuddle each night? Do I schedule a four-month Constantine only safari? Or is he just a kid who needs less, is more independent? Or… hey, wallow in the guilt?)
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Some things on the notes in my iPhone I never coughed out, (or, did I?):
1. Theodore believes (as do all the children now) that before their time, they were with God waiting to be born.
2. Clea-Noelle said sorry to Petros’s Snoopy one night this September, but it came out as “Sorry, Noopie,” or what the boys heard as: “Sorry, New Pee.” Which got such a great laugh that she repeated the line for a week.
3. Christiane taking a bath in our tub in Greece this summer, she and I sharing potato chips. So, (bad mom moment) of potato chips in bathtub, ala Hear Comes Honey Boo Boo (which, I’ve never actually seen).
4. There’s a dance song in Greece with a refrain that just goes: Barbra Streisand!
5. (I may have chronicled this before, but forgive me if I am getting old): Constantine calling me a slow poke while driving and daddy a fast poke. (If this is the tenth time you’ve heard it, just throw tomatoes at your computer, or toss your iPad into the trash.)
6. Both Theodore and Petros can read chapter books now to themselves, in bed, at night, before they go to sleep. Yup, sue me. They also both do multiplication. Genius, what can I say?
7. They will soon be seven, the boys. Life identity crisis lurking on the horizon. Just lock me up until they are all approximately 24, then I can have an official nervous breakdown.
8. During Storm Sandy there was one moment when Noelle decided to put her sunglasses on around her belly. Here, take a look:
Noelle, glasses on tummy, of course!
The end.
Oh, wait, have to get this picture off my phone. Here is how Theodore cuts his ham and cheese sandwiches — both ways!
See, sliced both ways, get it? …
