posted by Momo Fali on April 24, 2011
One of the most special things about the holidays is spending time with family and, somehow, this weekend we squeezed in events with my dad and step-mom, my husband’s parents and my mom. You want quality time with the Fali family? We are so on it. Especially if there will be pie.
Today, my mom’s house was filled with her famous, Lebanese lamb and rice and quite a few relatives and friends. After dinner, we moved to her patio to enjoy a respite from the rain that has been plaguing Ohio for days (and will continue for days more). Arizona called, she wants me.
My son was enjoying the time out of the house, running around the back yard, picking flowers and thoroughly entertaining the crowd. It’s possible there were show tunes involved. At one point he ran to me and jumped up on my lap.
As the group watched, my son hugged me and started to run his hand up and down my arm. I squeezed him tight and asked, “Are you having fun, buddy?”
Then, I got the equivalent of an Easter-slap-in-the-face when he replied, “Yeah! And, your arm is really hairy.”
posted by Momo Fali on April 3, 2011
After a long, cross-country trip in an airplane seat so cramped that I couldn’t, simultaneously, have a drink on the tray table and complete a crossword puzzle, I arrived home late last night to some excited children. It was a welcome sight to my sore eyes.
My son was extra eager to see me. As he rifled through my backpack I asked, “Wait a minute. Are you happy because I’m home or because I brought you a new toy?”
He gave it some thought and replied, “Both…well, actually I’m happy about the toy because it’s new and you’re old.”
I laughed and jokingly said, “Oh, thanks a lot!”
And when he sensed that he might have offended me he said, “But, you’re not old like a grandma! You’re old like a shoe.”
posted by Momo Fali on March 26, 2011
This afternoon, my husband was out on a 16 mile run…which I could totally do if you took the “6” away and let me stop frequently for puffs of my inhaler. My daughter was napping because of yesterday’s festivities, which included an indoor swim party, softball practice and having a friend sleep over. And, I was working on a spreadsheet.
My son was bored. Really bored. He kept asking, “What can I DOOOO?” with increasing urgency and when he burst into tears and said, “I’m so LONELY!” I decided he was truly attention starved and got off of my computer.
I motioned for him to sit on my lap and said, “Come here, buddy. I know you want to play with your sister, but she’s really tired. I’ll play with you.”
As he climbed on my leg the sobbing continued. He removed his glasses and wiped his face, then he looked at me through his tears and said, “But, you’re so old!”
Age may be nothing but a number, but this kid’s sure got mine.
posted by Momo Fali on March 23, 2011
My kids have embarrassed me a lot. I know it’s supposed to be the other way around and it’s possible that I have skipped in the supermarket and walked down the aisle at Home Depot with my hand in my husband’s back pocket just to get my tween daughter all worked up.
But, I have never turned their faces red in church.
A couple of weeks ago, my son not only applauded after the priest finished his homily, but my daughter also leaned over and whispered loudly, “Mom, your roots are really dark.”
But, even they can’t trump what my husband did in church when he went rummaging through my purse looking for mints and instead pulled out a package of Beano.
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