Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Get your motor runnin! Finny's in a big boy bed!






Here's some pics from Finny's first night in his big boy race car bed! We've done everything to bribe him into Bobbo's room, we never actually thought of just sticking him in there! If you know Finny, you know he does not take to change well (aka, the TV we donated to "meaty people" turned into a 45 minute meltdown b/c he "did not include those people in his prayers last night" and he would rather "put the tv in a doghouse and smash it" than give it to strangers.) So, needless to say, moving his entire life into Charlie's room has been a bit of a sore subject! But, this morning Charlie mentioned it to him and he seemed excited, so I decided to strike while the iron was, well, tepid at best. I got him all set up and as you can see from the pics, he seemed to really like it. We'll see if this is just the honeymoon, but both boys were asleep by 8:30... I'll let you know what time they wake up tomorrow!

Normally, I would be rather nostalgic about my baby leaving the crib and all that, but quite frankly I'm not really sure if this is the end for the crib or not! I kind of just moved all his stuff out and shut the door. I'm hoping he forgets its in there! And if you see him, please don't tell him the crib is for the babies!!! Especially not the girl baby!

Fingers crossed! Good night and good luck!

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Charlie lost his 1st tooth!


First Kindergarten and now he lost a tooth! It's been wiggly for about a month (which shocked me to begin with!) I thought you didn't lose teeth until 2nd grade! I kept him home from school today because he has a bit of a cold and while he was home he wiggled and wiggled and POP! Look out tooth fairy!

Friday, September 10, 2010

First Day of Cool


I am not ebarrassed to admit that I have been dreading Charlie's first day of school since the day he was born. I realize I have been lucky to have him home with me for the first 5 years. AND of those 5 years, I have on several occasions pined for a day that someone else was answering his incessant barage of questions. But here I am, on the other side of the school bus doors and I am sad... heartbroken really. A friend of ours put it well when she said she "didn't want to share her kids with anyone." And that's exactly how I feel. Anyone who knows Charlie knows what a different soul he is. I know everyone thinks their kid is special... but mine really is (ha ha! I'm 1/2 serious.)
He, on the other hand, has been taking it all in stride! I've said from day one, this kid was born for kindergarten! He has adult-sized thoughts and ideas and I knew he would fit in just fine. It's his Mommy who needs a tutor (ok, and maybe a valium!) He only got nervous the night before when he realized I couldn't go with him like I had on the "Meet the teacher" day. But after some reassurance, he was back to being excited! He woke up at 5:30 that morning and was so worried about missing the bus! He scarfed down 6 waffles, got dressed and was ready to go! He was so excited that his friend from t-ball was in his class and on his bus! Despite my prior record, I promised not to "cry happy" (as he calls it) when he got on the bus. I saved it for after the doors closed at least! He looked up at me with his big brown eyes and said "ok, I'm gonna go now Mommy." He hugged Finny, Mom Mom and me and held his friend's hand and climbed onto the big yellow bus!


I was planning on following the bus route with my trusty sidekick Mom Mom, but I had to run back to the house for the forgotten nap towel, so we went straight to the school instead. We stood there for 15 minutes... 25 minutes... still no bus 19. The once chaotic bustle of kids was turning into a trickle and still no bus 19. The last buses rolled in and I heard one teacher say "We're still waiting for bus 19." Thank God my mom was there and was her usual stoic calm, but I was freaking out on the inside (and a little on the outside). An hour had gone by and all the greeters had gone inside, so my Mom went inside to get the skinny and a teacher told her his bus had broken down and they were sending another. WHAT? I didn't want to send him on that thing in the first place and now it's on the side of the road somewhere? I swore if I heard police sirens I was going to lose my mind! Meanwhile, the morning announcements were going on and all the first day things were happening without Charlie! Finally, after standing there for well over an hour, one of the secretaries came out and offered help. She said all the buses were accounted for. She even called down to Charlie's room to ask his teacher and there he was all along! His bus never broke down! I couldn't believe it, but I was so relieved! His teacher let me come down to the class to bring him his towel and I got to give him an extra squeeze before his day. Finny was really happy to have seen "Bobbo's" school, too!
After school, we took him to Friendly's to celebrate. I wasn't even thinking and let him eat all his ice cream. Afterward, we ran to a store and Charlie said he didn't feel good, so I took him out to the car to wait for Daddy and he threw up all... over... the car!! Needless to say it was a very windy ride home! Poor guy! But the part that got me was that night at bed, he said that "Andrew wouldn't think it was very cool that he threw up." I had to have the "be your own person" talk with him, which for some reason I thought would come a little later in this process! I never thought he'd be worried about being cool so young! It's only a matter of time before he starts making me drop him off a block before his destination!
I can't tell who is taking Charlie's absence worse, me or Finny! When he got off the bus, Finny hugged him for about 10 minutes. Everyday he saves a piece of snack for Bobbo. Waiting at the dr today, Finny saved a seat for Bobbo. He walked him onto the bus the second day saying "Bye, Bobbo I love you." All Charlie said back was "Bye," so Finny screamed "Say I love you, too!" I've had to drag Finny out of the street after Charlie gets on the bus. If Finny had his way I think he would chase after the bus! Well who are we kidding, I would too!

I'm trying to take it all in stride, but let's face it that's not who I am! I'm loud, sometimes dramatic and I'm overly sensitive. I can't let my kid leave for 7 hours a day without crying buckets. I'm working on it! So call me uncool!

Thursday, February 18, 2010

And the winner is... Daddy!



We could not be prouder of Joe around CasaCostal these days. We found out last night that Joe won Oakcrest Teacher of the Year. The call came around 7:30 pm, and Joe of course, was working his third job so he wasn't home yet. Thankfully, the boys were being quiet because it was the Superintendent calling to tell Joe he and the selection committee had just finished deliberating and he had won Teacher of the Year! Well, I could hardly contain myself! You would've thought we won Publishers Clearinghouse! I was nary a few decibels short of screaming at the man, but I maintained some semblance of sanity and thanked him for calling. I immediately called Suz (as I do with any slight change, good, bad or otherwise, in my life!) and erupted with excitement!



Ironically, when I called my mom, she said "what does he get?" And I responded, "Well, nothing, just recognition." It would be nice if teaching were merit based. We'd be the richest family on the street, but instead we are rich with pride!




Anyone who has ever known Joe knows what an exceptional person he is. He throws himself wholeheartedly in any project, problem or situation that comes along. He is amazing at everything he does (and I'm not just saying that because he's my husband). He is the kind of person who could do ANYTHING! He won a national contest to write for CNN in Atlanta when he was in high school. He got three full scholarships to far better colleges, and chose Rowan. He was a radio DJ and editor of the college newspaper. He got the Disney internship in college, but turned it down. His PRAXIS scores were red flagged for their nearly perfect score. He thought he wanted to be a lawyer, so he took the LSATs and scored in the top of the COUNTRY! He and Dan are writing a book and were signed with a literary agent who is seeking publishers right now. He is an amazing writer and a phenominal public speaker, and although he says he gets nervous before every speech you could never tell! I could talk all day about all the things Joe has done or could do if he wanted to; he's just that kind of person. But you can't hate him for it. He would never boast. In fact, he's going to kill me when he reads all this!




One of the reasons I married Joe is because he makes me feel like I can do anything, and I'm sure I'm not the only one! Just ask his sister, who relied on Joe for emotional support and entertainment their whole childhood! To this day, "Fudgie the Whale" still calls her on her birthday! Joe has a zeal for life that has always intrigued me! He's sensitive, intuitive and thoughtful. That's what makes him a great husband and an amazing father! But it's obvious we're not the only lives he has touched! He puts everyone else first, sometimes at the expense of his own well being and sanity! From the moment he talks to you, he's invested. He'll stay late to help clean up, he'll search high and low for your keys (even though that's not his strong suit!), he'll edit your paper, he'll write your recommendation, he'll encourage you to go further no matter how impossible the dream! He's the kind of person you always want on your team. He'll get down in the trenches; he's not afraid of the work!




And of all his many talents, by far his most shining accomplishment is his two boys! They just squeal with excitement every time Daddy walks in the door. And despite having been on his feet all day and out of the house for more than 12 hours, he is on the floor wrestling and playing with them until bedtime. He makes up games and imaginary friends and places for the kids. He's their best playmate.




He's always thinking about us and planning things for us to do together. Dick Van Dyke may have sang "It's a jolly holiday with Mary," but we think it's a jolly holiday with Daddy! He just makes everything better!



So, it's no surprise that he won teacher of the year. How could he do anything half way? What's amazing is that he was nominated (I believe almost every year since he's been working at Oakcrest) by his peers, not the kids who actually reap the benefits of what a great teacher he is! His teaching philosophy is simple: CARE! He shows his kids respect because he genuinely cares about them and their success.




When I called Joe to tell him he'd won, he barely changed his tone of voice. I think he was more embarrassed than anything! I, of course, was freaking out. I had enough excitement for the two of us! The boys and I were over the moon for him! We decorated the house and screamed and cheered when he walked in the door! Finny said "how was your 'gratulations Daddy?" I'm glad that the school officially recognized what a great teacher he is, even though it only earns him some pats on the back and apparently a great parking spot for a year! It's easy to become complacent in a job like teaching because you get paid the same no matter how well you do it. Of course, we all know that Joe doesn't do that particular job for the money or the glory.





Everyone has an idea of the person they will be when they grow up. Many times, we fall short of the goals we set out for ourselves. In Joe's case, he has the love and admiration of his wife and two sons, and the knowledge that he can do ANYTHING he sets his mind to. I hope that is enough to fulfill his dreams because he sure has fulfilled ours!









Friday, January 22, 2010

"Times they are a changin'"...Waxing philosophical from the minivan

Some days, I look around and feel like I don't even recognize the person I've become. I drive a minivan loaded with Disney paraphernalia. I live in a spacious 4 bedroom in the burbs. I drink nary a drop of alcohol, and I'm NOT wearing Doc Martens. If any idea could've been more shocking and offensive to me in 1998, it would have been this!


Tailgating before a show in Camden with two girls I never would've thought I'd lose touch with! It was probably about 2:30 in the afternoon... we were artful about our tailgating!

It's funny, because this life is what I've always wanted. I never expected anything less. As Joe likes to remind me, it is all part of my master plan and it's true. But, sometimes, when I'm driving around my Mickey mobile, in between the Laurie Berkner songs on the Ipod, a Pearl Jam song comes on and I am transfixed by the memories. Suddenly I'm standing amid the palpable waves of the crowd and it's just me and Eddie. I turn up the music, belt along with his crackling baritone and remember what it was like to be carefree! Back then, the biggest decisions I made were cider or shots for pregame, and who was going to be "sober sister" (the ultimate sacrifice!) We would have entire conversations about how much we loved Miller Lite and insisted we would be cool forever! We would still go to Pearl Jam concerts even in our 30s (why not our 40s? Oh yea, because 40 was unthinkable!) We used to scoff at the "old heads" sitting down at concerts, and swear it would never be us! Having kids and driving a minivan was a "someday" thing, but certainly not a reality! It was like a fairytale; a story I could see myself in, but the characters and scenery were so far fetched!
This is my best friend Helen and I for Pearl Jam's 1998 tour. I flew to South Carolina for a show in that tour! Incidentally, that was also the closest I've ever gotten to Eddie... a personal high for me!

Today, as I live my own personal "fairytale" it is with no regret. I don't look back on those days and wish I were there. I lived those days to their fullest. I made sure I was the last to leave the party. If there were fun to be had, I was having it. I played my share of beer pong, forged my share of fraternity pranks. I held my Bic high waiting for the second encore, without worry of getting home at a "decent time" or "fighting the traffic to get out." I never said no to a concert, in fact, tailgating could've been my minor. One time, we rented a U-Haul and loaded it with living room furniture and a BBQ and drove it to a concert with about 15 of us lounging in the back! I lived carelessly for as long as the universe allowed, for I knew one day I would be living for someone else.


I have the two most precious boys in the world who devote their undying love to me every day. Charlie drops his schoolbag and gives me the biggest hug every time I drop him off at school and Finny calls me "prinpress." Every day I'm aware of just how fleeting life is at every stage. Although those drunken days and nights seem so distant now, I have a lifetime of memories to take with me. And all it takes is one Pearl Jam song to bring me right back!

Nobody wants to be the oldest one at the party. I've seen the moshpit after everyone's gone and it's a sad amalgam of shoes, clothes and teeth. My carefree time was brief, but well lived. I can't look back on a single thing and wish I did it another way. I believe in never living with regret. I only hope I can fully appreciate my children at every stage because I am all too aware of the little old lady at the supermarket looking at my chaos with a knowing smile and a jealous glance. I know that one day, I will be walking Shop Rite alone buying Clam Chowder instead of Alphabet Soup and missing the days when all I needed in the world was sitting in the shopping cart pulling each other's hair!

This was how we tailgated before the last Pearl Jam concert on Halloween. It's no U-haul, but we had a great time!

My Doc Martens may be Uggs now, but my life, as is my footwear, is a lot more comfortable! My choice of beer (albeit rare that I drink it) happily is no longer Miller Lite. My 4 bedroom house is WAY better than the 6 bedroom sorority house. And who are we kidding? I used to drive a 1989 4-door Toyota rollerskate, the minivan is definitely a step up!! And I'll take the love of my husband and two wonderful sons anyday over the love of Eddie Vedder (my inner stalker just said "what?") The lights have gone out on my party days, but I have other things lighting my life now and they are way brighter!

Ironically, the party days for Eddie, father of 2, are a lot tamer than they used to be. Going to one of his concerts is more spiritual than physical these days and that's just the way I like it. Watch Eddie rock out his quintessential "Alive" in 1992 here.


Eddie's guttural voice only gets better with age. I may be sitting down at his concerts someday, but I'll still be going. Maybe I'll even bring my boys! A more mature Eddie, singing one of the prettiest songs in the Pearl Jam catalogue here.

Friday, January 1, 2010

A Holiday to Remember


Well, the holidays are over and as you can see we are pooped! But at least we all had some fine Irish Whiskey before it was all over (those of us over 21 that is!)

We had an expected, but still tragic loss in Joe's family just before the holiday. Joe's Grandma, "Grandma Mary," passed away from a long battle with cancer. She was much loved and lived a wonderful life, touching everyone she knew. She was great Grandma to Charlie and Finny (and Mackenzie) and she always had a little religious token or book for the boys. She wrote them letters and cards that were always so endearing. Charlie and Finny always talked to her on the phone, and in the end, made videos for her to see from her bed. She was Mom to Rosemary, JoAnn and the late Anthony who had Down Syndrome. Grandma Mary cared for Anthony for 50 years, all the while encouraging him and others with developmental disabilities to live amazing lives! She was truly an inspiration. Her caring heart and warm smile will always be remembered. We know she is in heaven with Anthony, her husband Joe, her sister Kay and many others.



We spent Christmas Eve and Christmas morning at my parents' house. It's a big holiday hoopla and we look forward to it every year! We each made our fish for the Italian 7 Fishes and we exchanged "Dollar presents" like we have done every year since there were just the 7 of us in a little rancher in Effort, Pa! As usual, my Mom went crazy buying everything under the sun for the grandkids. The living room was teeming with presents and the kids were chomping at the bit since 5:30am waiting for dawn! It was a frenzy of wrapping paper and screams as the kids unveiled their much awaited presents. Jack and Luke even got a drum set, which Luke has been asking for for years! He's going to start a "wock and woll band" and I think Charlie and Jack are going to join him!

Santa stopped by for one last grope, I mean trip before heading back to the North Pole. And we all packed up to do the next leg of our visits.
The boys held hands on the way to Aunt MoMo and Uncle Matt's for a very Costal Christmas at their new house in Delran.
As if all the "cool cars" you could imagine weren't enough, my 4 and 2 year olds got a Wii from their Grandparents for Christmas! Surprisingly, Charlie recognized the box and freaked out when he saw it! We've been playing it ever since. Charlie has "Wii elbow," but he refuses to admit it for fear I won't let him play. Joe and I figure his love for the Wii is a good way for us to parlay some extra good behavior from him. We'll see...
All bathed and ready for the sleigh ride back to Marmora for their Santa presents!!
The boys got their share of presents from Santa as well. Finny was so cute. He had to pick up every present and take it over to the couch to open. Charlie chose the guerrilla present opening method and was done in 2 minutes! But there were plenty of things to be assembled and taken out of boxes, so Joe did that while I watched "It's a Wonderful Life."
We celebrated my birthday for about 3 days straight! We took advantage of every babysitting opportunity we had and really tried to spend some time together! We went to a movie, played Quizzo at a bar (yes, a real bar. I haven't seen the likes of those in quite some time!) and finally on the actual day we all celebrated together (just as I like it!) Joe spoiled me once again and made a bevvy of appointments for me from haircut and color (I don't know why he made the "color"), mani/pedi, massage and shopping! I am a lucky girl!



We celebrated the New Year at our house with Marissa, Matt and their college friends (whom we have adopted as our own) Aubrey and Pete (who are always a party where ever they go!) It was a little tamer than years passed, but we had fun!
Aubrey, "Wobby" as Charlie affectionately calls her, and Charlie are kindred spirits for sure! She spent part of the night pretending to be the "Wobby monster" and chased the kids around the house. Charlie, of course, believed her and was hiding. Finny didn't take no mess and ran right passed her every time!
We pulled up 2007's ball drop on youtube and watched it on tv pretending it was this year's. Charlie had a blast screaming "3-2-1 HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Then, at 10pm, we went outside and banged pots and threw the traditional pot of water to wash away last year (a Cuban tradition Joe and I have kept alive every year... every year we're awake that is!)

We eventually made it to the real midnight and banged a few pots of our own.

2009 was a good year, it brought us Quinn and Mackenzie and countless other blessings. Grandma Mary's passing brought a bittersweet end to the year, but I try to think about her life not her death. I know her legacy long surpasses the sadness we feel right now. We try to honor her daily by finding the little "angels" in our everyday lives!