Finally. The seemingly improbable happened.
I got hitched to McDreamy.
Woohoo!
July 09, 2008
May 27, 2008
A Farewell to Summer
"Summer afternoon - summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language."
- Henry James
"In summer, the song sings itself."
- William Carlos Williams
"The summer night is like a perfection of thought."
- Wallace Stevens
"Then followed that beautiful season...Summer...
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light;
And the landscape lay as if new
Created in all the freshness of childhood."
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Most persons do not see the sun. At least they have a very superficial seeing. The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and heart of the child. The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
"What greater thing is there for human souls than to feel that they are joined for life - to be with each other in silent unspeakable memories."
- George Eliot
"There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart."
- Celia Thaxter
"A life without love is like a year without summer."
- Swedish Proverb
"When you look at your life, the greatest happinesses are family happinesses."
- Joyce Brothers
"Enjoy yourself. It's later than you think."
- Chinese Proverb
"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time."
- John Lubbock
"I question not if thrushes sing,
If roses load the air;
Beyond my heart I need not reach
When all is summer there."
-John Vance Cheney
"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer."
- Albert Camus
"To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie -
True Poems flee."
- Emily Dickinson
"Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world."
- Ada Louise Huxtable
"Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it."
-Russel Baker
April 18, 2008
Birthday Tribute
A mushy missive to the man of the hour...
Dearest Allan,
Despite my occasional loud bursts of protests, whiny complaints and demanding questions of why, how and what now, please know that, in the deepest recesses of my heart and soul, I am always on your side -- rooting for you, believing in you, praying for you, trusting you, loving you every step of the way.
My darling, you simply cannot imagine how proud I am of you.
At 38, you have achieved what many only dream of. Slowly but surely, you grew to become the great man I always knew you would be from the moment I met you.
You have managed to conquer the odds and build a successful, rewarding career that has gifted our family with stability, comfort and freedom. You have proven that life is what you make of it -- that hard work, perseverance, patience, focus, optimism, faith and kindness can transform obstacles into victories, change daunting improbabilities into endless possiblity, and create stunning miracles out of ordinary happenings.
You have truly inspired and moved me to think differently, to focus on the good, to give in order to get back. And for this, I am extremely grateful. Now, I am joyfully convinced that all setbacks are temporary; they happen for a reason, and even help sweeten the feeling of fulfillment in the end.
So THANK YOU - for all that you do and all that you are.
You are an amazing husband, a devoted father, and the perfect best friend.
Happy Birthday, my honey!!!
I love you and I always will.
Your loony muse,
Irene
April 11, 2008
Reminiscing Rio
"Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand
Just like that river twisting through a dustly land
And when she shines she really shows you all she can
Oh Rio, Rio dance across the Rio Grande..."
Duran Duran played this song as their final encore in their concert Thursday night.
Consequently, it has permeated the inner recesses of my brain so that I continue to sing it over and over again like a broken record. Which is quite a feat, really, given that I have practically lost all command of my vocal chords since yelling myself silly throughout their entire two-hour show.
Duran Duran is one of my all-time favorite eighties' bands.
I loved them before....
Just like that river twisting through a dustly land
And when she shines she really shows you all she can
Oh Rio, Rio dance across the Rio Grande..."
Duran Duran played this song as their final encore in their concert Thursday night.
Consequently, it has permeated the inner recesses of my brain so that I continue to sing it over and over again like a broken record. Which is quite a feat, really, given that I have practically lost all command of my vocal chords since yelling myself silly throughout their entire two-hour show.
Duran Duran is one of my all-time favorite eighties' bands.
I loved them before....
And, after finally seeing them peform live, I love them even more now....
Nostalgia overwhelmed me as the amazingly talented English musicians played their fabulously familiar tunes, and the huge Araneta Coliseum crowd collectively shrieked and danced along.
After the twenty or so years that have passed, the group undeniably sounded better than ever.
I saw many familiar faces in the excited audience - some I knew from way back in high school and college.
Flashbacks of prom nights, awkward dates, die-hard crushes, puppy loves, crazy parties, spasmodic bursts of teenage rebellion and sentimental friendships enveloped my being and spurred me to scream my lungs out even harder to the soundtracks that were my life.
I was lost, then found, in the contagious mood of frenetic reminiscence.
I felt old.
And I felt young.
Generally, I felt greater than I had in quite a while.
"Her name is Rio she don't need to understand
And I might find her if I'm looking like I can
Rio, Rio hear them shout across the land
From mountains in the north down to the Rio Grande..."
April 08, 2008
Beanie Baby
My son loves to dress up, but in his own way.
At three, he seems to have already developed his own sense of fashion. Depending on his mood, he carefully chooses his own outfit from his hat down to his shoes. And, more often than not, his sartorial flair involves dramatic costuming.
Each day our toddler traipses off to school, his teachers are always in for a surprise. They never know when to expect a firefighter, gladiator, cowboy, pirate, or even Bob the Builder to stride proudly into the classroom.
At three, he seems to have already developed his own sense of fashion. Depending on his mood, he carefully chooses his own outfit from his hat down to his shoes. And, more often than not, his sartorial flair involves dramatic costuming.
Each day our toddler traipses off to school, his teachers are always in for a surprise. They never know when to expect a firefighter, gladiator, cowboy, pirate, or even Bob the Builder to stride proudly into the classroom.
The problem arises when our picky dresser has to wear something that does not catch his fancy. He throws a tantrum and unceremoniously yanks on his undesired piece of clothing until we, the tired, hapless parents, eventually give in and remove the offending piece.
A few weeks back, we were faced with a dilemma when our family had to attend a formal wedding. How in the world were we going to make our headstrong son last more than five minutes in a long-sleeved collared shirt and tie???
I could not help but worry during the entire ride to the venue. I kept trying to sweet-talk him by telling him how handsome he would look wearing the ensemble hanging by our car window, but he would merely shake his head vigorously at me in response.
When we finally arrived at the event, I valiantly attempted to get our boy into the shirt and tie. Just as I predicted and dreaded, he immediately started wailing and pulling hard at his necktie and shirt buttons.
My husband quickly advised me to stop creating a scene and simply let our son go in casually attired. I knew I was losing the accoutrement battle. In the distance, I could see all the little children prancing around in their formalwear.
Out of desperation, I cried out: "MR. BEAN!"
Suddenly, our young bugger completely ceased fidgeting and stood perfectly still. He looked at me, albeit suspiciously, and said, "Mr. Bean?"
And I, latching on at the burst of hope, reiterated, "Yes! Mr. Bean! You're Mr. Bean!"
Lo and behold, a miracle occured. Our hyper nipper slowly took in his garb. Soon after, his previously distressed face broke into a pleased smile. He grabbed my hand and practically pulled me to the gathering.
He ended up contentedly wearing his Mr. Bean "costume" the whole evening. As an added bonus, all the guests we came across enthused that our lad looked so handsome in his get-up.
Whew!
Thank you for saving the day, Mr. Bean!
April 05, 2008
Welcoming Summer
You know it's really summer when you wake up in a resort one sunny morning to the sight of your smiling toddler suited in a snug silly outfit, slathered in sunblock lotion, shod in rubber thong slippers, singing his merry way to the pool.
The heat is definitely on and this loony mommy is finding herself enjoying every bit of it with her playful child.Woohoo!
November 29, 2007
Model Child
After his not so short-lived fame as the taxi cab and billboard baby of Kimberly Clark's Joy Tissue, our little man Niccolo is at it again.
This time, he strikes poses for Avon.
Thankfully, the photographer in charge of the shoot was his own father. The voluntary talent motivator, on the other hand, was his loony stage mother who became even loonier while trying to squeeze an acceptable expression out of the extraordinarily mischievous and hyper subject.
The results are the spreads below which came out in the two November Avon catalogs....
This time, he strikes poses for Avon.
Thankfully, the photographer in charge of the shoot was his own father. The voluntary talent motivator, on the other hand, was his loony stage mother who became even loonier while trying to squeeze an acceptable expression out of the extraordinarily mischievous and hyper subject.
The results are the spreads below which came out in the two November Avon catalogs....
Woohoo!
October 26, 2007
First Lesson
I never tire of reading this piece, which a good friend shared with me way back in high school.
I thought you might like it, too.
I thought you might like it, too.
FIRST LESSON
Lie back, daughter, let your head
be tipped back in the cup of my hand.
Gently, and I will hold you.
Spread your arms wide, lie out on a stream
and look high at the gulls.
A dead man's float is face down.
You will dive and swim soon enough
where this tide water ebbs to sea.
Daughter, believe me,
when you tire on the long trash
to your island, lie up and survive.
As you float now, where I held you
and let go, remember when fear
cramps your heart what I told you:
Lie gently wide to the light year stars,
lie back, and the sea will hold you.
August 13, 2007
Charlie & Lucy
Peanuts was a syndicated daily comic strip written and drawn by American cartoonist Charles M. Schulz, which ran from October 2, 1950 to the day after Schulz's death on February 13, 2000. The strip was one of the most popular and influential in the history of the medium.
Charlie Brown, the principal character of Peanuts, wins our heart with his losing ways. It always rains on his parade, his baseball game, and his life. He's an inveterate worrier who frets over trifles (but who's to say they're trifles?). He can be spotted a mile away in his sweater with the zig-zag trim, head down, hands in pocket, headed for Lucy's psychiatric booth. He is considerate, friendly and polite and we love him knowing that he'll never win a baseball game or the heart of the little red-haired girl, kick the football Lucy is holding or fly a kite successfully. His friends call him "wishy-washy," but his spirit will never give up in his quest to triumph over adversity.
Here are my all-time favorite Charlie Brown quotes:
In the book of life, the answers aren't in the back.
I've developed a new philosophy... I only dread one day at a time.
Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter like unrequited love!
My anxieties have anxieties.
Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, "Where have I gone wrong?" Then a voice says to me, "This is going to take more than one night."
I got a "C" in everything. I'm a straight "blah" student!
Years are like candy bars. We're paying more, but they're getting shorter.
There must be millions of people all over the world who never get any love letters . . . I could be their leader.
Sometimes you lie in bed at night, and you don't have a single thing to worry about...That always worries me!
It always looks darkest just before it gets totally black.
I'm not a poor loser, I'm a good loser. I'm so good at it I lose all the time!
That's the secret to life... replace one worry with another.
How can we lose when we're so sincere?
Happiness is anyone and anything that's loved by you.
Life is like an ice cream cone...you have to learn to lick it.
Good grief, indeed!
Charlie Brown, the principal character of Peanuts, wins our heart with his losing ways. It always rains on his parade, his baseball game, and his life. He's an inveterate worrier who frets over trifles (but who's to say they're trifles?). He can be spotted a mile away in his sweater with the zig-zag trim, head down, hands in pocket, headed for Lucy's psychiatric booth. He is considerate, friendly and polite and we love him knowing that he'll never win a baseball game or the heart of the little red-haired girl, kick the football Lucy is holding or fly a kite successfully. His friends call him "wishy-washy," but his spirit will never give up in his quest to triumph over adversity.
Here are my all-time favorite Charlie Brown quotes:
In the book of life, the answers aren't in the back.
I've developed a new philosophy... I only dread one day at a time.
Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter like unrequited love!
My anxieties have anxieties.
Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, "Where have I gone wrong?" Then a voice says to me, "This is going to take more than one night."
I got a "C" in everything. I'm a straight "blah" student!
Years are like candy bars. We're paying more, but they're getting shorter.
There must be millions of people all over the world who never get any love letters . . . I could be their leader.
Sometimes you lie in bed at night, and you don't have a single thing to worry about...That always worries me!
It always looks darkest just before it gets totally black.
I'm not a poor loser, I'm a good loser. I'm so good at it I lose all the time!
That's the secret to life... replace one worry with another.
How can we lose when we're so sincere?
Happiness is anyone and anything that's loved by you.
Life is like an ice cream cone...you have to learn to lick it.
Good grief, indeed!
Making her debut in 1952, just two short years after the Peanuts comic strip first ran, Lucy Van Pelt burst into the popular daily, becoming the high-voltage catalyst to ignite the comedic fire under the lovable members of the original Peanuts gang. Lucy's take-charge attitude and annoying self-confidence immediately cast her as one of the favorite characters of the strip as well as an unlikely, but powerful, role model for men and women alike. To ardent fans of the strip, she is best loved for being bossy and for her charmingly crabby disposition that is solely her own.
Of all the Peanuts characters, I admit to identifying with Lucy the most. Here are some of the most memorable words the famous fussbudget has boldly uttered:
This is a hard world to get along in. I feel sorry for all the new little babies.
It's hard for a critical person to go to sleep if she isn't allowed a brief word of criticism!
By the time I've grown up, we'll probably have a woman president. You know what that means, don't you? It means I won't get to be the first one. BOY, THAT MAKES ME MAD!!
I never made a mistake in my life. I thought I did once, but I was wrong.
I'm worried about a little boy who sits in front of me at school. He cries every day. This afternoon I tried to help him. I whacked him one on the arm... There's nothing like a little physical pain to take your mind off emotional problems.
Can I help it if I have crabby genes?
I think you should work hard to improve your character, Charlie Brown. Once a child gets to be five years old, his character is pretty well established.
It's a scientific fact that girls are smarter than boys! And do you know who discovered it? WOMEN SCIENTISTS!
Each generation must be able to blame the previous generation for its problems. It doesn't solve anything, but it makes us all feel better.
Try not to have a good time . . . This is supposed to be educational.
I'm intrigued by this view you have on the purpose of life, Charlie Brown. You say we're put on this earth to make others happy? ... What are the others put here for?
I'm frustrated and inhibited, and no one understands me.
You can't drift along forever... you have to direct your thinking. For instance you have to decide whether you're going to be a liberal or a conservative. You have to take some sort of stand. You have to associate with some sort of cause.
Big sisters are the crab grass in the lawn of life.
Have you ever seen an X-ray of a hiccup?
You think being average is enough, don't you? Well it isn't! What shape would the world be in today if everyone settled for being average?
People who prefer sunsets are dreamers! They always give up! They always look back instead of forward! I just might have known you weren't a sunrise person! Sunrisers are go-getters! They have ambition and drive! Give me a person who likes a sunrise every time! Yes, sir! I'm sorry Charlie Brown. If you prefer sunsets to sunrises, I can't take your case. You're hopeless!
We critical people are always being criticized!
I hate playing with a poor loser, but I can't stand playing with a good loser!
No one wants to turn my jump rope for me. They all say I'm too crabby. They say I complain too much. They say I complain when they turn it too fast and they say I complain when they turn it too slow. No one understands us crabby people!
Life is too short to waste it listening to some person who doesn't know when to shut up! Time is too valuable!
Gee. Do they still make wooden Christmas Trees?
What do you mean nobody's fault! It has to be somebody's fault! Somebody's got to take the blame! Find a scapegoat!
No matter how hard you try, you can't build a rainman.
Just remember, I can take anything that life throws at me! (A ball lands on her head.) That was a hit, not a throw!
You DO think I'm beautiful, don't you, Charlie Brown? [pause] You didn't answer me right away. You had to think about it first, didn't you? If you really had thought I was beautiful, you would've spoken right up. I know when I've been insulted. I KNOW WHEN I'VE BEEN INSULTED.
Happiness is a warm puppy.
Being crabby all day makes you hungry.
All you really need is love, but a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt.
Of all the Peanuts characters, I admit to identifying with Lucy the most. Here are some of the most memorable words the famous fussbudget has boldly uttered:
This is a hard world to get along in. I feel sorry for all the new little babies.
It's hard for a critical person to go to sleep if she isn't allowed a brief word of criticism!
By the time I've grown up, we'll probably have a woman president. You know what that means, don't you? It means I won't get to be the first one. BOY, THAT MAKES ME MAD!!
I never made a mistake in my life. I thought I did once, but I was wrong.
I'm worried about a little boy who sits in front of me at school. He cries every day. This afternoon I tried to help him. I whacked him one on the arm... There's nothing like a little physical pain to take your mind off emotional problems.
Can I help it if I have crabby genes?
I think you should work hard to improve your character, Charlie Brown. Once a child gets to be five years old, his character is pretty well established.
It's a scientific fact that girls are smarter than boys! And do you know who discovered it? WOMEN SCIENTISTS!
Each generation must be able to blame the previous generation for its problems. It doesn't solve anything, but it makes us all feel better.
Try not to have a good time . . . This is supposed to be educational.
I'm intrigued by this view you have on the purpose of life, Charlie Brown. You say we're put on this earth to make others happy? ... What are the others put here for?
I'm frustrated and inhibited, and no one understands me.
You can't drift along forever... you have to direct your thinking. For instance you have to decide whether you're going to be a liberal or a conservative. You have to take some sort of stand. You have to associate with some sort of cause.
Big sisters are the crab grass in the lawn of life.
Have you ever seen an X-ray of a hiccup?
You think being average is enough, don't you? Well it isn't! What shape would the world be in today if everyone settled for being average?
People who prefer sunsets are dreamers! They always give up! They always look back instead of forward! I just might have known you weren't a sunrise person! Sunrisers are go-getters! They have ambition and drive! Give me a person who likes a sunrise every time! Yes, sir! I'm sorry Charlie Brown. If you prefer sunsets to sunrises, I can't take your case. You're hopeless!
We critical people are always being criticized!
I hate playing with a poor loser, but I can't stand playing with a good loser!
No one wants to turn my jump rope for me. They all say I'm too crabby. They say I complain too much. They say I complain when they turn it too fast and they say I complain when they turn it too slow. No one understands us crabby people!
Life is too short to waste it listening to some person who doesn't know when to shut up! Time is too valuable!
Gee. Do they still make wooden Christmas Trees?
What do you mean nobody's fault! It has to be somebody's fault! Somebody's got to take the blame! Find a scapegoat!
No matter how hard you try, you can't build a rainman.
Just remember, I can take anything that life throws at me! (A ball lands on her head.) That was a hit, not a throw!
You DO think I'm beautiful, don't you, Charlie Brown? [pause] You didn't answer me right away. You had to think about it first, didn't you? If you really had thought I was beautiful, you would've spoken right up. I know when I've been insulted. I KNOW WHEN I'VE BEEN INSULTED.
Happiness is a warm puppy.
Being crabby all day makes you hungry.
All you really need is love, but a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt.
August 05, 2007
Relax and Let Go
"You can either relax and let go of your life, in which case you will know peace. Or you can try to control your life, in which case you will know war. Try to make simple enjoyment of your life your goal. For example, if you want to be a good parent, just make the goal to enjoy your children, and you'll do everything right. The simpler you can keep your goal, the more successful you're going to be. There's nothing complicated about all this. Just relax, be happy, and treat the people around you gently. It really is that simple. The struggle is in getting to a place where you sincerely want to do that."
-Hugh Prather
-Hugh Prather
July 27, 2007
Those Happy Creatures Called Men
Men are just happier people.
Really, what do you expect from such simple creatures?
Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress -- $5000. Tux rental -- $100. People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them. The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time. Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend. Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hair style lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck. You can play with toys all your life. Your belly usually hides your big hips. One wallet and one pair of shoes, one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache. You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.
Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress -- $5000. Tux rental -- $100. People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them. The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time. Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend. Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hair style lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck. You can play with toys all your life. Your belly usually hides your big hips. One wallet and one pair of shoes, one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache. You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.
No wonder men are happier.
Bwahahaha!
July 24, 2007
Toy Cemetery
Answer me this.
How can a huggable little creature with such a heartachingly sweet and innocent face....
.... be capable of wreaking such physical devastation and mass destruction?
Alas, poor plastic figures!
Kindly join me in a moment of blog silence as we fervently wish these hapless playthings eternal peace and wholeness of being in the afterlife.
Amen.
Now that that's over with, I'm off to the mall to shop anew for my toddler.
So to the brand new toys out there: Be afraid. Be very afraid.
July 19, 2007
July 13, 2007
Starting Early
Little girls (come to think of it, so do big ones) love my boy.
They really do.
Whenever we go out, sweet young things suddenly materialize around my young soldier, desperately seeking his attention. They smile at him, pinch his soft cheeks, giggle at his perpetually furrowed brows, ruffle his soft thick hair. Some try to grab his hand or sneak in a hug or, for the truly daring, attempt to plant him a kiss.
Naturally, my flabbergasted son flees, as if his life depended on it, in the opposite direction from the gaggling, ga-ga gals.
And funnily enough, the more my baby runs, the more the fascinated moppets become set on chasing him.
Once, when were in the mall, a daddy turned beet red with embarrassment and actually apologized to me as he helplessly watched his toddler daughter incessantly pursue my panicked munchkin round and round endless racks of children's clothing.
They really do.
Whenever we go out, sweet young things suddenly materialize around my young soldier, desperately seeking his attention. They smile at him, pinch his soft cheeks, giggle at his perpetually furrowed brows, ruffle his soft thick hair. Some try to grab his hand or sneak in a hug or, for the truly daring, attempt to plant him a kiss.
Naturally, my flabbergasted son flees, as if his life depended on it, in the opposite direction from the gaggling, ga-ga gals.
And funnily enough, the more my baby runs, the more the fascinated moppets become set on chasing him.
Once, when were in the mall, a daddy turned beet red with embarrassment and actually apologized to me as he helplessly watched his toddler daughter incessantly pursue my panicked munchkin round and round endless racks of children's clothing.
It is the kind of amusing situation I've become quite used to.
However, as accepting as I think I have become of the fact that my miniature man has an undeniable charisma that lures diminutive dames like moth to a flame, I was still caught unprepared for this series of paparazzi-style photos that were snapped at his playschool . . .
Now, I am certain that the above pictures of Niccolo and his adorable classmate Andie were creatively orchestrated by their overzealous matchmaking nannies so that their resulting poses are more than a tad contrived.
Yet, my heart skipped a beat and I found myself getting ridiculously sentimental at the thought of my darling tot growing up and - it truly pains me to say it - getting a girlfriend.
When I showed the images to my husband, all he said was: "Wait til he's a teen-ager!"
Heavens!
I sure can wait.
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