At least that is how I think it is spelled. It is pronounced ah-shpay-tah. Italian for "wait" and it is the first word that comes to my mind when one of my non-English speaking students needs to be reminded to be patient, which is hilarious because none of them are or have ever been Italian. Egyptian, Chinese, Japanese, Romanian, Turkish and Israeli yes, Italian, no. And that is what I am doing now, waiting. Only I will have to go to bed soon.
Henry has lost both top front teeth.
Ezra is weaned for real ( 2+ weeks). Incidently, both of my children should be geniuses and Olympic athletes if breast milk is as good as some say.
I only ate one sleeve of mini twix bars before the trick- or -treaters came. I know I did not need to share that fact but I felt the need. Two reasons, part of me thinks if I am honest about my sugar addiction I will be shamed into rehabilitation, and the old catholic school girl in me rejoices in confessing.
Good Night. Let's hope we will not be in mourning tomorrow and planning a mass exodus to Canada. If we have to, lets start saving towards acreage for a commune.
"Light shining on water droplets spaced out along a bamboo stalk tuns the whole structure into a flute." - Malcolm DeChazel