Winter Break Woo Hoo!

I’ve had a *little* extra time with the boys lately, which means we have had many more bloggable moments than usual.  Here are a few of my faves from this week.

First of all, Leo has something he wants to say to you all.


What he wants to say is, “Look what I found under the bed!”  I’m going to have to remember that one.

Secondly, if you’ll remember, my oldest son has such an obsession with books it’s more like an affliction that has led to him reading in some very strange places.  I realized this winter break that whatever Vincenzo is suffering from, Rocco has it, too.


Later, Rocco read the cover of Vincenzo’s school notebook and said, “So Vincenzo is getting ready for college already.”


It wasn’t a joke—his humor’s not that advanced yet.

We decorated cookies.  Here was Leo’s.


He didn’t just dump a jar of sprinkles on it, either—he methodically put them on pinch by pinch.  I told him to pick up the cookie and he searched around in the sprinkles for a bit then cried, “But I can’t find my cookie!”

Then there was the day I was teaching Rocco how to play the piano and I noticed Leo had finally stopped saying, “What should I do now?”  I turned around to find the activity with which he had busied himself.


He was just standing there motionless, and he must have kept his head in the cuddle lounge too long because all week he has decided to sleep on the floor of his bedroom with his head on the vent.  (This is following a week of him refusing blankets but instead using his pillowcase like a sleeping bag.)  He says he is pretending his bed is his room and his room is his bed.


I went to tuck him in tonight and noticed not only was Leo sleeping on the hardwood floor, but he was also lying on top of a dozen marbles.  I think it’s actually a war crime to treat people like this, isn’t it?

Also, can those feet sticking out of the blanket really belong to Leo?  I must have forgotten not to blink one day, and BLAMO he just grew up!

Vincenzo still exists, too.  I am seeing less of him over break than during the school year because he’s eleven and he’s got places to be.  I will write a post about him growing up that will get you right in the feels, but I’m not ready to write it yet.  My own feels are still feeling very tender.

Merry Christmas, one and all!

Cheeseburger soup
Roasted asparagus with parmesan
Fresh fruit
Christmas cookies

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