Lordy, Lordy look who's...
Today was Julie's birthday, and many birthday activities were in order. Being that the girls were ruling the roost (between Jules, Aunt Trisha and myself), we took matters into hand. Priority 1: Caffeine and sustenance, brought to us by the ever-thoughtful Frankie. Priority 2: Shower and make-up, for cleanliness is next to godliness and godliness is next to Clinique. Priority 3: Leave household to the ever merciful Frankie (if you had seen Torre's disposition that day, you'd understand what a mercy this was) and head down the street to Julie's favorite consignment shop.
After shopping and purchasing to our heart's content, Jules, Trish and I stopped of for the prerequisite birthday lunchtime bottle of wine, chased by some salad and bread, at a lovely little Italian place near the consignment shop.
Finally we tromped home to a frazzled Frankie. On our way we were communicated to by the gods of power transformers:
After a slight "disco nap" Frankie pulled out the stops and brought out the cake.
Note that Torre is trying to grab Mommy's knife arm - somebody gonna get a-hurt real bad! However he managed to make up for it by being insanely adorable in his and Frankie's matching ballcaps.
While Kilee played the disaffected teenager attached to the internet.
Finally we adults left the apartment in the capable hands of Karen, the babysitter (the gorgeous woman in the picture above behind Kilee) and went down the street to have dinner...at another Italian place!
Now, for those of you who don't know, I live in Little Italy in NYC, but never eat there, so the irony of having to go to another city to manage to eat at an Italian restaurant strikes me as funny. And, nothing against D.C., but I think maybe I should stick closer to home for my Italian. Seriously.
But dinner we went to. More wine did we imbibe in. Yoda am I!
Later, after cruising back home, we relaxed in front of the fire. By which I mean the A/C. Because Washington, D.C. is nothing if not humid, even in May.
And on a side note, my nephew is the most beautiful boy ever! Seriously, all you twelve-year-old girls out there: STOP READING THIS BLOG, THIS CONTENT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR YOU!
After shopping and purchasing to our heart's content, Jules, Trish and I stopped of for the prerequisite birthday lunchtime bottle of wine, chased by some salad and bread, at a lovely little Italian place near the consignment shop.
Finally we tromped home to a frazzled Frankie. On our way we were communicated to by the gods of power transformers:
After a slight "disco nap" Frankie pulled out the stops and brought out the cake.
Note that Torre is trying to grab Mommy's knife arm - somebody gonna get a-hurt real bad! However he managed to make up for it by being insanely adorable in his and Frankie's matching ballcaps.
While Kilee played the disaffected teenager attached to the internet.
Finally we adults left the apartment in the capable hands of Karen, the babysitter (the gorgeous woman in the picture above behind Kilee) and went down the street to have dinner...at another Italian place!
Now, for those of you who don't know, I live in Little Italy in NYC, but never eat there, so the irony of having to go to another city to manage to eat at an Italian restaurant strikes me as funny. And, nothing against D.C., but I think maybe I should stick closer to home for my Italian. Seriously.
But dinner we went to. More wine did we imbibe in. Yoda am I!
Later, after cruising back home, we relaxed in front of the fire. By which I mean the A/C. Because Washington, D.C. is nothing if not humid, even in May.
And on a side note, my nephew is the most beautiful boy ever! Seriously, all you twelve-year-old girls out there: STOP READING THIS BLOG, THIS CONTENT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR YOU!
posted by Brenda at 11:04 PM
4 What'd you say?
Tell your Nationals fans that New York wants Nick Johnson back. That is all.
What, are you crazy? They're Yankees fans...that's just a Halloween disguise...
bless them
I am hysterical. No, no...laughing fit to rupture something. My newspaperman was called a National's fan today! Although, he is part of a fantasy baseball league which, as I frequently remind him, means his allegiances are diluted.
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