Wednesday, November 26, 2008
To Barista Papa:
Thank you for supporting our family for the past 6 years so I could stay home with our children. It means more to me than you will ever know.
Thank you for taking a shower with Green Tea every night and giving him his tea tree rub down.
Thank you for making me laugh, god knows we must keep our sense of humor!
Thank you for being my very best friend.
Thank you for always taking my calls, no matter what time of day.
Thank you helping me create great memories with my children.
Thank you for giving me a scientific mind.
Thank you for giving me a love for modern furniture.
Thank you for all of your supportive words, they mean so much.
To Double Mocha:
Thank you for keeping me on my toes, I do have “eyes in the back of my head”.
Thank you for whistling "while we work", it makes the me smile.
Thank you for your sweet thoughts and stories about grandpa.
To Double Macchiato:
Thank you for teaching me all of the words to the latest pop songs.
Thank you for all of your tender touches.
Thank you for reminding me that it is okay to cry.
Thank you for all of your energy and zest for life.
Thank you for teaching me about consistency.
Thank you for reminding me that we are what we eat.
Happy Thanksgiving. . .we all have so much to be thankful for. . .
Monday, November 24, 2008
Today it was pancakes. I made him the same, tired recipe of Buckwheat Pancakes. Green Tea was not showing any signs of excitement as I mixed the up the gray batter of Buckwheat flour, water, pinch of salt and a bit of oil. I decided to pop some pancakes (the frozen, already cooked kind) in the toaster for his sisters, in hopes that he might join them while they ate their pancakes. The girls love syrup (well who doesn’t) so I warmed up a bit in an espresso cup. I normally don’t give Green Tea syrup with his pancakes because his are more savory, but today I said, why not. I gave him a little taste of the syrup from my finger and he looked at my like “damn lady, you’ve been holdin’ out me!” All three kids lined up at the table and were ready for the pancake feast. Green Tea ate his entire plate of pancakes, doused in syrup of course, in 2 seconds flat. Unheard of! He usually procrastinates and won’t even think about eating them until he is absolutely starving.
1 meal down, and 2 more to go. . . .
Friday, November 14, 2008
I was standing in line when this paper spoke to me
It said, “Finding Grace amidst the Chaos,” and I said
Let me read a little more, investigate and see
This looks right up my alley, exactly what I need
Now comes the hard part. . .
Will he see what I see
Should I call him, send a text,
no an email will have to do
I’ll let him read it in his own time
And he’ll know what to do
Per usual the paper gets lost and so do my thoughts
Until soon after I get a call
Amy wants to know
Will we give it a shot
I make a promise to her and myself
I’ll let her know in 24 hours
Should be an interesting evening
Now I feel like a coward
This is it Barista Papa
We HAVE to let her know
The damn broke
And the excuses start to flow
It’s TOO much money, who is she
What are her credentials, what does she know
About someone like me
We are opening a Caffe, can’t you go by yourself
Better yet, we can “fix” this ourselves
I am sick of your holistic bullshit!
I say bullshit, bullshit, bullshit to ALL of your excuses
They are not valid to me
If you want something bad enough
You would make it a priority
Take a risk
You don’t know till you try
Take my hand and come with me
Wait and you WILL see
The first class comes
We make it on time
He sees what I see
We are all fucked up in some way
Got baggage and luggage
Some still lost at baggage claim
I’ve come so far
Have a marathon to go
Half the battle is getting started
Now it just seems to flow
And now a big thank you to Amy
And all the friends we have made
What a life changing experience
I will never be the same
Oh and just one more thought
It loops back to the first class
When I sat there and said
I liked my hair, when asked
I have a few things to add
I like my confidence, my motherly instinct
And creativity too
Like I said this has been life changing for me
I’ll continue on with this journey
Sign me up for part b!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
When the girls were infants, there were countless calls to the pediatrician. As a worried first time mom, I would call when the girls had a runny nose, pink eye, ear infection, stomach virus, diaper rashes, just to name a few ailments. We loved our doc. in the city, he would promptly call me back and with sincere concern, run through his list of questions. He always ended with, “did they play today?” And, 99.9% of the time I would answer yes. He would say, “let’s watch them for the rest of the day, and I’ll check in with you in the a.m.” As the girls grew and so did my confidence, I would repeat those words to myself if they were sick, and If I answered yes, I would just try to make them as comfortable as possible and know that they would be feeling better shortly.
Today, the girls did not play. Poor Double Mocha was up most of the night throwing up, making sure each time that she kept track of how many times she’d thrown up and asking me when it would stop. She napped all morning, was up for a few hours and back down again. She is usually a bundle of energy and never naps, so I knew she really didn’t feel well. Sofia was feeling well for the first part of the day and then went down hill in the early afternoon. By 3 o’clock both girls were asleep in our bed. I had learned my lesson the night before and had cleaned up the throw up one too many times. So, when Double Macchiato started to feel nauseated, I put her in the bathroom next t the toilet. Barista Papa came home and was appalled to find his little angel in a heap on the bathroom floor. He picked her up and said he would make a place for her on the couch with a pot. I quickly intervened and let Barista Papa know that this was a BAD idea unless he wanted to see the purlple slurpee she drank a little earlier all over our faux suede couch and beige shag rug. I just knew her stomach was brewing up something wonderful. Barista Papa made his choice and had barely set her down when she started to gag and cough. Barista Papa sprinted for the bathroom, but was not there soon enough. He was now wearing the purple slurpee and so was Double Macchiato. She felt so terrible and cried so hard because she had ruined her and her Papa’s clothes. All was better after those two showered and were all cleaned up.
The rest of the evening was spent snuggled up on the couch watching their favorite shows. I finally gave up on entertaining Green Tea and chalked it up as one of those days when we all watched WAY too much television. He was content sitting on the couch too, with his skate board helmet, perusing the Wal-Mart Christmas toy catalogue, and enjoying the endless TV watching.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
I guess it is clear how I came up with the name Barista Momma. Barista Papa protested about the spelling I chose for "Momma". The Italian spelling is "Mama". But hey, I am not the Italian one, it is important to hang on to some of my all american, mixed breed background! Sorry papa, this one is for me:-)
As for the kids name choices; Double Macchiato earned her name early on. Barista Papa so fondly named her this when she was only a few weeks old. She would often go very long stretches with out napping and had an affinity for the staying awake in the wee hours of the night. Double Mocha was a no brainer too. She has an unrelenting sweet tooth and would do just about anything to get her fix! And then there is Green Tea, our three-year-old with terrible eczema and food allergies (could write an entire blog on this too), who has the cleanest diet ever. No caffiene for this big guy, not that it is really needed, he has a personality the size of Texas (Hookem' Horns!).
So there you have it, us, in a nutshell. . .
Friday, November 7, 2008
So. . . .here goes my first shot at a blog. Hope ya'll enjoy it!