There is just something about wrapping a little boy in a towel. Pull up the little hood and they look adorable. I have a few of these shots as the boys have grown and I love everyone of them.
This time though, something hit me. Oliver is Strega Nona reincarnated. My son, my second born is literally a old Italian lady who loves pasta.
IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW!
The Feast of the Seven Fishes is an Italian Christmas Eve tradition… unless you have toddlers… then the only Seven Fishes you celebrate are:
No crying baby… No barking dogs… No fireworks… And I’m wide awake.
Tonight’s brain wave activity is at an AllTime high.
Thoughts over the last 45 minutes:
-I’m in the mood to floss my teeth
-Why can’t I get this one booger out of my nose
-how old will I be when Jax has kids
-is it still snowing
-why did I have that last glass of red wine
-how do you get a verified twitter account
-I know that booger is in there somewhere, I can feel it move every time I breathe
-can dogs floss their teeth
-is Steve Martin still alive
-should I build a basketball court in the backyard
-the damn pine trees I planted in August are sagging again
-is it too early for coffee
-I need a tissue
-what’s for breakfast
-I need to pee again
-I want a blog follower from Italy
-I wonder if my college track & field “speed suit” uniform still fits
-I miss hurdling
-will Jax play baseball or run track
-Am I at the age where I should start wearing a robe more often
-does the aluminum foil hat Mel Gibson wears in signs really work
-where did that booger go
-Why am I awake………………….
PS: I did look good in that speed suit!