So my dad has hightailed it out of here.
Actually, I think they had to pry the cappuccino cup out of his hand as he boarded his flight from Rome to New York.
He was sad to go and the girls already miss their Tommy-Tom. Yes, my dad passed over “grandpa”, “gramps” and “pop pop” and instead asked to be called “Tommy -Tom.” At least his real name his Tom. Because if it was Bart, then I might have balked at the request.
It’s definitely not the same around here without our Barty-Bart, I mean Tommy-Tom.
My dad is the kind of guy who travels with bungee cords and a flashlight (you know, just in case). I had a laugh over that until we had an extended black-out in our little Italian town the night AFTER he left. Rick and I used the DVD player (with the Elmo DVD on mute) for light. Yeah, that flashlight would have been totally helpful. Why are parents (ours, not us) so smart like that?
Meanwhile, I am completely fascinated by Italian toddlers. First of all, their Italian is better than mine which sort of irritates me.
Secondly, they are so damn calm. And well behaved. They just chill out in their strollers while my kids tear around the piazza like gelato fueled wind up toys.
Are Italian children just more mellow? Are they drinking wine? Are they depressed? I just can’t figure it out.
And they look so pressed and clean.
My American girls? Grubby, grubby ladies. Happy. But very grungy.
I was hoping little Miss Summer might start to embrace the joys of cleanliness over here.
That girl is not a lover of grooming.
She hates baths. Despises showers. Dislikes hair brushing. Abhors nail clipping. Dreads diaper changing. She’s even protesting her pony tails now.
I know it’s all just a phase but I keep telling her, there are better things to sob over than clean fingernails.
And that’s not the only poignant tidbit I dolled out recently.
I offered these wise words to my girls tonight.
“Never eat anything you find in some random basket.”
Turns out Summer was just munching on some very old fusilli (she found in a random basket). But still, I think it’s sound advice for anyone.