Thursday, June 16, 2016

The Life of a Threenager

This post will be in pictures, it will be in pictures because I am horrible at keeping up to date with life. Especially now that Marcos season has officially started, I'm home alone with a threenager a lot. Don't get me wrong. I AM NOT COMPLAINING, I just am terrible at updates... I mean how hard is it to write a few words right?!? Apparently for me, very.
Basically these are bits and pieces of our life the last two months.
Dig in.
Oh, and Luca and I will be going to the States in a week for more than 3 months this summer. Yes THREE. I will give you the whole rundown (is that a word?) soon.
I promise.
Peace, love, and enjoy

school is out, summer is here, that means there are parties every evening. The villa next to our apartment building doesn't let a summer storm get in the way

I won't tell you how many birthday cakes and celebrations Luca's had, its embarrassing. lets just say this was on week three  AFTER his actual birthday. In his defence though, our neighbours couldn't come to his actual birthday party so we went over for pizza and cake:)

they did not go in the street I promise

Marco will hate me for this. Good thing he doesn't read my blog!

out on our lagoon
at the beans 3rd birthday party. It was bliss for all of us. 



it was hard having 20 hands wanting to help open presents 
taking it back, way back, like more than a month back. Luc and I ready to take off for the US

Lucy, Simie, and Sonja, the sweetest team ever


in VE with Pops and my aunt Brigitte 

Lucy enjoying the only rain free day in the 15 days we were in Baltimore

My friends wedding was a fairytale one. Luca thought so too


mothers day brunch at home in Baltimore. Don't mind my granny apron, thats all my Mom has, and so be it.  Someone had to cook!

playing in a museum with Gam.

ring around the gnome with Pops

get togethers in playgrounds

on our way to Connecticut by train, passing Queens

looking at the lush garden. I think there were more weeds than anything else.

Pops must sit in chair.

kissing a stuffed hedgehog... In Treviso

bananas, pineapple, father and son.

his spot in our garden at home. he gathers strawberries and eats them like that. Always. 

bright and early on the morning of the Vogalonga in Venice. 

My amazing Daddy


Father and son in law. they get along pretty dang swell.

Luca and his pastry.

When Marco is gone, Luc and I spend a lot of time in Treviso with my mother in law. its a win win kind of situation

making, errr eating one of his cakes

celebrating with Nonno

celebrating with Nonna

oh it hurts how much I love this little big bean 

eating roast at Nonna for his birthday lunch

100% from our garden. 100% organic. Planted with love by my hubs, and devoured my myself.

When we go to a playground, and here are no kids, luca gets so upset... He absolutely loves playing with kids, littler or big.  I turned around for a second and he had hopped onto the horse this boy was on. Luckily the boy didn't mind. Luca does however say is name and asks if he can play. sometimes he doesn't wait for an answer. or when they say no, they could have just as well punched him in the face...

it never gets old

sand carving in Jesolo 

3 generations of monkeys 

lets see how many pictures i can get of Luca eating a pastry at a cafe. or not.

birthday present play in the garden

that face


Venetian lunches with my Daddy and Aunt

playing at Nonnos

great food, such an assortment of people. All of which are family. Nuff said

no caption sorry.

"snapping" peas


Lucas picture for preschool. I am the the one I'm worried about, not Luca he'll be fine. He's more than ready. Im not.

on that note, look what I found. Luca and his cousin Emerson. 2 and 6 months. HOW IS MY BABY 3!!!!!!!!!!

Saturday, April 23, 2016

Wrong or Right?

I left off last time, right before we left for CH for a week. And such a perfect week it was. Being with family is always comfort and bliss. Seeing Luca smile in continuation with his cousins and Zia, and the rest of my amazing family was the cherry on top. Easter was heaven, but with a missing puzzle piece.
Springtime in our house means two things. Happiness, but also adjustingment. Happy that flowers are blooming, birds are chirping, longer days and less clothes! But also adjusting to less Papa'. Marco, as you all know has a job which require months of less work, and months of more, and two months actually away.
Having him all to us in the winter we take for granted, because as soon as spring comes, he has to travel and is gone 3, 4, or 5 days at a time. And it definitely is hard. But we all make it work. Marco works his bum off and his 100% dedicated to his job, which fortunately he loves. So having him away, i know he's working hard, but i also know he's happy to be doing what he loves.
I don't want to get into major detail about everything, but we all are all adjusting and are putting into rhythm our spring to summer days.
This summer as usual, while Marco is out at sea, Luca and I will be going back to my parents for a month and a half, and that too is our happy place. win win situation.
After summer comes September, and September this year as a whole new meaning. Preschool.
And my question was. What exactly is Preschool, and why should a child go.
I was always sort of "against" putting Luca in preschool or "scuola Materna" as they call it here.
It is not mandatory here, but 99% of kids 3 an older go.
Preschool here, as I have learned is a place where kids go and have fun. It is not a "learning institution" or a place where they must go and do what they are told to. Yes, there are rules, but we picked a private school near our house where we saw the peaceful environment of kids at play. playing and thats it. Projects are made, but no child is obligated to participate. Luca will be going part time. I will see how it goes. I will pick him up at lunch time so he can eat at home. We can walk there, its close.
I have been back and forth, deciding if he should go and where he would go has not been easy for either me or Marco. But i think we made the best decision. Luca LOVES playing with other kids, but is very sensitive, and gets his feelings hurt easily. It hurts me when I see that his feelings have been damaged, but I think a play environment with other kids and a "teacher" other than myself will be good for him.
If we see he does not like it, and does not want to go. for me it means he is not ready for that sort of change of environment. Maybe he will be too little. But what it comes down too, he will not be forced to go. It won't be right, for him.
This whole time I am thinking of him, but what it comes down too is me. Am I ready for this change? will "preschool" change him? to me, as his Mamma, he is a perfect, a boy that has brought, nothing but joy to my world. I still can't handle a day without him, the more time I spend with him, the more I learn about him, and the more he teaches me to be a better person.
But every so often I ask myself is this a wrong choice? Or is this the right choice. what it comes down to... Is your child happy? Is your child thriving? is your child curious? Creative?
well then, heres to seeing how scuola materna and Luca get along?
On another side not, Luca and i will be going to the States on wednesday for two weeks for a friends wedding.
Onto more adventures!


learning to actually jump. Trust me, its a big step

walking to go see the animals at the park, on this cold swiss spring day

easter prep

reading time before bed in swiss german

tofu chopping king

back in VE in his happy place

so these cuties (not Luc) are two of the kids l I au paired for in Australia 10 years ago. Such a sweet visit in Venice with my Australian family

Luca and his magnetic board

this was actually taken on Fathers day in Italy a couple weeks ago. it was a perfect spring day on the shore.


back in CH at the easter market

on my cousin and his wife's horse farm





just testing out the moss with Zia

these two and their shenanigans

Linda and Luca

brave. so brave

we went to this children's museum in Aarau. SO much to see. Luca was only interested in this small fish tank. Thats the only thing he talked about for days 


waiting patiently to hold a live chick

he was the sweetest. it was he sweetest. oh my heart.

at home. just adding spice to our house

springtime in Aarau

cuties in a bike hanger

looking at nothing, but convinced it was something

brown eyed beauties

dirt is good

who this boy likes "helping"

Oh, the praise he gets for belong me so. I love it. he loves it.

studs on a beach 

after their evening workout. which i should probably participate in as well, but i have food in my mind, so cooking wins over workout. amen.