Archive for August, 2007


August 23, 2007

Finn dumped Mommy this week.   He now favors his new Brazilian babysitter.  I can’t say that I blame him.   I continue to ignore the cardinal rule of hiring a nanny:  The Nanny Must Not Be Hot.     Our first sitter was a lithe, raven-haired Slovakian with boundless energy.  Our second a statquese, exceedingly sweet local girl who was home from college for the summer.   And now he enjoys the fine company of a Brazilian beauty while Mommy works two days a week in the basement listening wistfully to the squeals of delight upstairs. 

Day One:  He played coy for about 3.2 seconds cautiously regarding her over his multigrain waffles and syrup.   Satisfied that she was completely ravishing,  he flashed a trademark one-dimple grin and giggled at her.    They were fast friends.   At the end of the day,  she was teaching him to blow kisses, which he half-mastered by puckering his lips and smacking a big paw over his mouth.    Instead of “blowing” the kiss,  he would just start to laugh.    When she finally went out the door,   he ran at it full tilt and started banging on it for her to come back.  

 When the Captain got home and inquired about the initial run,  I replied,  “I believe I have been dumped.”

Day Two:  He was asleep when she left so I collected him from his afternoon nap.   He looked clearly dissapointed that it was me and not her.   As I reached into the crib for him, He craned his neck peeking down the hallway for her.   

It is official … I am toast.  


Go Fly a Kite

August 18, 2007

Finn turned 18 months old today.  We celebrated with a picnic lunch and Finn tried his hand at kite flying.   The kite in question is a red inflatable Spiderman that Mommy purchased for $2.99 at the Village Variety.  Finn tolerated some brief instruction from his father and then took over the little red handle.    While he never actually piloted a kite before,  he has been watching his idol, Curious George, fly a kite for weeks on DVD.  It appears as though some of George’s kite skills have rubbed off on the young lad.

What can I say … he’s a natural  


Flying a kite is serious business.    “Buzz off, Mom.  This is guy stuff.”


Best $2.99 Mommy ever spent.   Video soon!

Great Day for a Mow

August 15, 2007

There is a scene in the movie My Blue Heaven in which Steve Martin’s character, a mobster in the witness protection program, is trying to “fit in” in the burbs.    He attempts to mow his lawn while sporting a shark skin suit, lots of bling and wraparound shades.   When he spots his neighbor gawking over the fence,  he shouts out, “Great Day for a Mow!”   

Finn may not be mowing yet, but he is getting good practice in the “war wagon”.   He knows where the key goes,  how to turn on the ignition, and steer.   Fortunately for us,  he can not yet reach the pedals. 

With toys like these,  Matchbox and Tonka are childsplay.    Last weekend,  when he visited Grandfather and Nana,  he ran to the garage doors and started banging on them to be let in.    He knows where to find the goods. 



August 1, 2007

We planned our vacation this summer with our crew of old neighbors.   Several locales were kicked around until one of the friend’s parents, The Abenante’s, offered to host us here.   It was not even a toss up.   The Reserve is located in western South Carolina.   This called for a road trip.  Granted we could have flown, but road trips build character according to the Captain and he plotted out our course (Nonno provided the GPS as backup).   The mission called for night travel allowing the little buck to sleep and maintain his usual schedule.  The Captain packed the car with expert percision.   At 7:55 PM (5 minutes ahead of schedule) we embarked on a 12 hour car ride under the cover of darkness.  

The mission was an utter failure; the lad slept a grand total of 3 hours.   Fortunately, prior to the mission we secured a tacticle entertainment device (aka portable DVD)  which soothed our charge whose eyes shined liked large saucers in the backseat at 4AM. 

When the sky turned from black to blue,  we were in Tennessee.  The quick peaks jutted up like lush whipped meringe with fog clinging in the cranies. As the sun rose, the fog melted away revealing dense dark timberlines.   We rolled along the mountains through North Carolina and into South.  It was breathtaking.  

After a slight detour that required John to *gasp* ask directions in a honky tonk.   We were off again and shortly passing through the gates of the Reserve.   The mainroad roller coasters along eventually depositing us before a magnificent home and a shimmering lake behind.   We are delighted to be there and no one is happier than Finn.

To make up for the vehicular torture,  Finn got to do all sorts of stuff that is not allowed at home…

Like jump on the bed.


In grand southern fashion,  Finn attempted to drink beer.


Drive without a license.


Skinny dip.


But the best action by far was down on the dock




Exhausted from all the activity, the kids crashed hard at night and then the real fun began.   We grilled and drank and laughed as the sunset on the shimmering teal water.   It is the third cleanest lake in the entire US.

The Reserve is a special place and the Abenante’s  are special people for sharing it with all of us.