posted by Momo Fali on January 4, 2010
My mom is known for being ever-so-slightly off on her pronunciation of certain words. Home Depot isn’t pronounced, “Home DEEP-oh” but, “Home DEP-oh”. “Nickolodeon” is “Nickolode-UM”. And once, when someone was talking about the song “Back in Black”, Mom started singing, “I want my baby back, baby back, baby back…”. You know, the Chili’s song.
It turns out that my seven year old son takes after his grandmother. Most noticeably, when he calls his AquaDoodle a “croc-a-doodle” or when he says, “I love you as big as the whole, wide wheeled“.
But yesterday, he was more than just a little off. As my husband was eating popcorn my son looked into the bottom of the bowl and saw the leftover kernels, then he looked at his dad and asked, “Are you going to eat those pimples?”
posted by Momo Fali on December 31, 2009
The day before yesterday was my daughter’s eleventh birthday. Though she enjoyed receiving a new Wii game, a Target gift card, a gym bag and some cash, I’m pretty sure her favorite present was this handmade card from her little brother.
Because people throw around that heart and soul stuff all the time, but when you say blood you really mean it.
posted by Momo Fali on December 26, 2009
For as long as I can remember, my husband, our two kids and I have gathered around our dining room table for a traditional dinner on Christmas Eve. First, we attend church, then come home and I put a ham in the oven.
The only problem with this arrangement, is that the children’s Mass, in which my kids often participate, is at 6:00 PM…which means we don’t get home until after 7:00. I don’t like to leave the oven on when we’re not home, so Christmas Eve dinner is always a very late one.
This year I tried something new. I pulled out my gigantic, electric roaster and threw the ham inside before we left for church. That way we came home to a fully cooked ham.
Actually, it was a little too fully cooked.
And as we sat around the table aglow with candlelight and set with my mother’s Christmas china, my daughter didn’t let it go unnoticed when she said, “You know, I like dry meat. It’s easier to cut.”
posted by Momo Fali on December 21, 2009
Next week, my daughter will mark her 11th birthday. We were discussing this momentous occasion when she suddenly said, “I remember being so scared about turning 10 last year!”
I replied, “Really? Why?”
“Because I knew I’d be in double digits for the rest of my life!”
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