We found some pics (among the millions) on Susie’s computer of my wedding day. Now, I don’t like to brag, but I had THE MOST GORGEOUS flower girl and THE MOST HANDSOME ring bearer in the history of flower girls and ring bearers! Looking at these pics, I was flooded with wonderful memories of my ViVi and Thomas. One in particular brought a smile to my face and tears to my eyes.
Seconds before ViVi was to walk down the aisle, she tripped over her dress and fell flat on her cute little tush! Poor little thing was crying so much, that she needed her daddy to help her down the aisle. Always the best daddy in the world, Tommy took her precious hand in his and walked along side her. Well, during all this, ViVi forgot to throw the flower petals as she was making her way down the aisle. Taking her duties as flower girl very seriously, ViVi came up with a new way of doing things!! During the entire ceremony, she stood behind me gently placing pink and white rose petals all over the train of my dress. At one point I could hear Sue whisper to her to stop. I turned around and snapped at Susie to “leave her alone – ViVi can do whatever she wants!” All the while, Thomas looked so handsome in his guayabera. He melted my heart…as he always did with that smile of his.
I am so honored that they were a part of this day and a part of my life. I know somewhere ViVi is sprinkling rose petals and Thomas is smiling that heartwarming smile of his. Miss you more than you could ever know my nutty buddies. My heart is broken.
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I just realized I started this blog for Luca, but lately it’s been more about pasta and pigs than him So, here is your weekly luca update (Not sure who “your” is…it could be just my mom following this). Little Luca had his 2 month well check this week. All went well with my gigantic baby. He weighed in at 15 pounds (off the charts!) and 24 inches. He got his shots, which were way worse for me than for him. He just yelled out and looked at the nurse like “what the hell woman!?” and then he was fine. I dosed him with tylenol and he slept all day long.
THE HOLE FROM A DIFFERENT ANGLE
After a long Saturday the 6 of us treated ourselves to a wonderful dinner at Da Marco’s (my fave restaurant in houston – drool). Not only was the meal PERFECT, but it was also educational. “Tangliolini with truffles” was on the special chalkboard that evening. Not only did I not know what the heck tangliolini was (celina looked at me like I had just asked what a cracker was – “you’ve NEVER heard of tangliolini, ali?”), but apparently I did not know what a truffle was. I mean, I knew I loved the truffle oil risotto at da marco and I could pick out a truffle in a blind taste test, but if you asked me what exactly a truffle was, I had nothin’. So, Celina and Jason gave me a lesson in truffles. The story immediately sounded suspicious to me. According to the Stabell’s, the reason truffles (a type of fungi; looks like a piece of coal, etc.) are so expensive is b/c they are so rare. And why are they so rare? Because only truffle sniffing pigs can find them. Yes, like a drug dog. Just that the drug is a truffle and the dog is a pig. I guess I should have more faith in Cel and J, but you have to admit it sounds like bullshit. Celina also informed us that truffles were from Normandy, then quickly admitted that that part was indeed bullshit. So, upon arriving home, I did a quick google fact check on truffle pigs and found this:
Oh ali of little faith, the Stabell’s weren’t f’ing with you at all!! It’s true.
I guess that means there is only one thing left to say: Thanks pig, for finding my truffle. The tangliolini would not have been the same without it
Fun fun weekend. Lots of wine and good food (yay da marco’s!) and family time. Sad sad weekend also. Spent the day on Saturday at the Jacomini’s house. I walked room to room and sat and cried. All their things sitting and waiting for them to come home. Like we all are. I would do ANYTHING to have them back. The longer they’re gone the harder it seems. My heart hurts so much.
How much harder is it to put on a diaper backwards?
So, I went out to dinner at Catalan with my cousin Celina, Christine, & Whitney. I love Luca bean (his new nickname) so much and cherish every moment with him. With that said, YAY for a night out with grown-ups and champagne!! Happy mommy = Happy baby Anyways, Gustavo has been an awesome dad! With that said, he has only changed one diaper. A pee diaper, which does not count. I told him tonight he would have to change him while I was out. Well, when I get home he says “you should have seen me changing his diaper, I had it on backwards at first!!” So I was like “Get out!” and he was like “I swear”…yadda yadda yadda….hee hee hee…blah blah blah. Then I look over at Luca and see this:
That’s right ladies and gentlemen. He had it on right the first time. The moral of the story? Trust your gut.
But tonight you can find me out with the girls – sans the little munchkin. Oh yes it’s ladies night….