Will Be Gone For a Bit!

I am packing and heading out. My dh is on vaction this week and I am going to Virginia to visit my father. I do not remember if I had mentioned, he started a new job in DC in December, and commutes home to Albany on the weekends. He will be in Albany as usual this weekend, but as he is coming up we are heading to visit my mother-in-law first. She lives in a Philly/Trenton suburb in PA. Then Gorbulas and I will head down to Virginia for a few days and see him on Monday.
The highlight of my trip is I will get to meet Peony and Hambet, Davey, his Mommy and Daddy and Kathy the Carmelite this week. Not only that, but will get to call them by their real names.
In other news, yesterday I had my first ultrasound. I was having some sharp pains on my side, so the midwife was concerned I had a tubal. Deo Gratias, the little bugger is where he (or maybe a she, but he kept moving around and made it hard to get a heart rate, so it’s probably a he) is supposed to be. These events bring out the worst of my Italian neurotic genes. I feel so out of control when it comes to my little unborn babies I guess because I cannot see that they are A-OK when things seem off. If it were just me, I could care less, and with my kids that are out already, I can see and communicate with them.
Yesteday was Fastolph’s 5th Birthday (Thank You Peony). I tell ya, that little guy has come a long way. Although he is the one who has broken windows, has been saved just in the nick of time while trying to jump over the side of balconies, tries to pick up teenage girls, used to escape the house and run in the middle of the street, calls “da poh-weece” on his brother, pulls worms out and names them, he is just a cutey pie when he wants to be. My mother made him a special birthday dinner of hot dogs, french fries, salad, corn on the cob and cupcakes. He was quite thrilled, even though when she asked him what he would like for dinner he replied “egg, strawberries and cream”.
Well, that’s all for now. See ya when I come back.

8 comments

  1. Even though he’s my nephew, Fastolf is also my godson. That kid has some real moments. Whenever Pansy and her family spends the night at our house (as is something that happens a lot during the winter since you do not venture outside if you don’t have to during the blizzards up here), Fastolf usually comes and plops himself down on my lap and falls asleep on me. But that does not mean that he’s all that innocent! Since I am only 20 years old, of course I have a girlfriend. My family is more in love with my girlfriend than they are with me, and this shows up most in Fastolf. When I came home for spring break, I brought my girlfriend to dinner to spend time with my family and play with Pansy’s kids, who she adores. Fastolf, the little ladies’ man that he is goes up to her and is like “Hi Lala(her name is Laura)! Cawl me Masta Fastolf! Yoo ahh pretty!” And he then like climbs onto her lap and hugs her and kisses her cheek. It’s gotten so bad that she know calls me up and says to me “How’s my boyfriend (meaning Fastolf)?” Yes, the runt does have his moments but he’s very charming.

  4. Have a wonderful trip, Pansy! I’m jealous you get to met your fellow bloggers on the east coast! Let me know when any of you guys head our west! 😉

  8. We had a great time hanging out with the Mosses and KTC. Little Davey had a blast with the “Kok-ik-le” (motorcycle) and tractors and other various and sundry vehicles (no doubt about it, he’s a boy) as well as playing with the two little Mosses in attendance. And thank you for the yummy food and ultra-yummy cake!!!! (It’s a good thing that this was a nice social situation, seeing as how I just started a diet. I’d hate to insult anyone by not sampling their fine baked goods!) 😉

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