Oops—pretend I posted this yesterday

Rocco made a placemat at school with some things he is thankful for on it.


I guess he’s thankful that he doesn’t have two sisters?*

Happy Thanksgiving to all of you!

WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE: (Again, refer to title)

Turkey with teriyaki marinade and gravy
Mashed potatoes
Traditional stuffing
Cranberry apple pecan stuffing
Out of this world rolls**
Braised beans with hazelnuts, I think
Maple ginger butternut squash
Roasted carrots with some stuff on them
An awesome kind of salad (I had had a few cranberry champagnes by this point)
Cranberry sauce that will be left in the fridge and only remembered just as guests are leaving
Pumpkin pie
Pecan pie
A melty caramel milk ice cream thing that was incredibly when mixed with a shot of rum
Chocolate caramel thumbprints

(Thanks to all who helped with and/or brought food!)

*When asked, he said he was thankful for Cole’s sisters.
**Apparently they’re only “out of this world” when my mom makes them.  When I make them they should be called “Rolls.  Meh.”

Laundry conundrum

I did the week’s worth of laundry this weekend.  Here are the three boys’ folded clothes—first Vincenzo’s, then Rocco’s, then Leo’s.


Notice anything missing? 

Here, for those who need the punch line spelled out for them:


Nothing grosses me out so much as my own children.

Baked capanelle and prosciutto in fontina bechamel
Roasted carrots with thyme
Double chocolate brownies with ice cream

An Even Five

1. Rocco: Can you please pass me some agent pear?
Me: Sure.  Just make sure you don’t ask anyone to pass you the agent orange, okay?

(He meant “Asian pear.”)

2. Rocco: How long until we’ll be at school?
Me: 7 minutes.
R: But how many seconds?
Me: 420 seconds, but it doesn’t make sense to talk about it in terms of seconds.  Usually when we go somewhere we ask how many minutes or hours it will take.
R: Okay, then how many hours until we get to school?

3. Rocco: When you put “cracker” and “apple” together you get “crapple!”

4. While browsing the Christmas toy catalogs…

R: Ooooo, a camera!
V: That’s not a camera, that’s a telescope.
R: Ooooo, a telescope!  [circles it]
V: Rocco, you circled three telescopes!
R: Because that’s just what I wanted!

5. More toy catalogues…

R: Look at this one!
V: Yeah, do you know what it is?
R: No.  Do you?
V: No.  But let’s circle it—we want one!

Oaxacan tacos
Cumin black beans
Glazed carrots
Chocolate chip cookies

Used Leo Sale

Leo has a scab on his elbow from who knows what.  I told him not to pick at it because  blood might start coming out.
Leo added, “And candy will come out!”

He’s our little human pinata, and you better stock up on candy because Kevin snapped this picture of him at martial arts the other night:


Actually, I noticed Kevin hangs out with Leo a lot by this sign while waiting out Vincenzo and Rocco’s capoeira lessons.

If you do adopt Leo you should know that it took him a couple days to adjust to daylight savings time, and when he finally did adjust he adjusted backwards.  He now wakes up between 4 and 5AM.

You will put him back to bed again and again but each time you do, he will return to your bed and climb over your partner, saying, “Excuse us,” and tell you it’s snuggle time.  He will do this over again until you cannot resist him any longer.  As soon as you give into snuggle time he will jump up and say, “Let’s play!”

Some cute, funny, and/or alarming things will happen during the morning.  You won’t remember any of them because you have already been awake for five hours before it’s even breakfast time. 

After breakfast Leo will take a luxurious four hour nap while you continue to stay awake because you have other children and laundry to tend to.  You will neatly fold and stack the other children, feed the laundry a nutritious lunch and attempt to nap while also playing a game of Sorry with your other children and/or laundry.

When Leo wakes up, he will do this for a half an hour and keep telling you, “The house is spinning!”

(Don’t try to tell him his undies are on backwards.  He doesn’t take well to constructive criticism.)

After the half hour of spinning he will be under the impression that he is Grammy’s dog, Rasta—“Rasta Pasta” as she is affectionately called.

Dinnertime will come around.  Make sure Leo sits at his special place.


Dessert time will come around and suddenly:


After dinner he will get ready for bed.  Here’s how he spits out his toothpaste.  Do not attempt to help him or even offer him help.  Just trust me on this one.


Make sure to put him to bed like this.


Lift up Ice Bat to give him one last goodnight kiss, then immediately comply when he yells, “PUT THE ROOF BACK ON!”

Put the roof back on, assure him that he is, indeed, a big dog and that you love him with all your heart and with every drop of your being.

You know what?  I think I’m taking him off the market after all.  This is mine Leo.

Chicken with cranberry pecan stuffing
Some kind of sweet potatoes
Salad with oranges, pepitas, and feta
Brownies and ice cream

Here is…

Here is Kevin at Rocco’s open house this year.  (Here is also the reason no one ever asks us to be in charge of anything at these open houses):


Here is LBSROCCO’S guess about the weight of a pumpkin. 


Here is what Leo wore to the library this week:


Here is Leo minutes after being given a sticker by a cashier:


Here is a sign I saw at a coffee shop that made me very uncomfortable:


Here is a 20-layer chocolate crepe cake that just would not mind:


Here is that same cake after I “had my way” with it:


Here is how I found Skelly yesterday:


Here is our kitchen drawer after I spent an hour emptying it out, vacuuming it, scrubbing it, and neatly organizing it:


Here is a picture I am by no means allowed to explain or blog about under any circumstances, even though it would probably be the best blog post you ever read:


with a Side of Nothing
and Nothing for dessert

Sigh, I am busy.  Too, too darn busy.