You Know You Missed Me!

It’s been 2 years. It’s been 2 years since I posted on Mama Spaghetti. It’s been 2 years since I posted on Mama Spaghetti because…I forgot my password. 

I mean let’s face it…everyone, including the ice cream man, tells you that passwords need to be different for each account. They also must contain an uppercase letter, special character, Morse code, and your 1st born child. I am just incapable of remembering such things.

Why not reset it you ask? Because apparently I also couldn’t remember which email address I used. Because we’re supposed to have 71 different email addresses too, right?!

Have no fear! I have figured it all out! (Obviously since I am ACTUALLY POSTING SOMETHING!) And…guess what??! I downloaded the glorious app! Which means that I can just spout off about whatever I want whenever I want. 

This could be dangerous. 

A picture of Little Miss Gigli’s spaghetti plate because…why not?!

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It’s a bit messy…so what?!

Little Miss Gigli is napping. There is SO much to do around the house. Laundry is overflowing. Bathrooms need cleaned. The lawn needs mowed. The list goes on and on. I look around and feel completely overwhelmed by the fact that there just isn’t enough time to get it all done.

Then I look at Little Miss Gigli’s messy playroom…

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…and the shoes by the front door.

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And instead of seeing a mess, I see beauty.

I see Little Miss Gigli’s imagination at work in her playroom. I see both of my girls going out for adventures in those shoes. I see their childhood.

It’s moments like these that things start to shift into perspective for me. One day, Ziti and I will have a disgustingly clean, immaculate house because the girls will be out with their friends. Going off to college. Starting families of their own.

One day, I will not be tripping over Dusty the Airplane in the middle of the floor. One day, I will miss it.

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Note: Dusty is also a Lego. Super painful.

You’ll Never Be Entirely Ready …

“You’ll never be entirely ready, but you just have to bring them along for the ride.”

I saw this in the May 2013 issue of Real Simple magazine. It has always been my philosophy on having children.

Ziti and I were young-ish when we had Stelline. I was 19 and he was 20. So we weren’t like 15 or anything completely frightening like that. However, in most peoples eyes we were “young”.

Was it easy to have a newborn at that age? No. Poor Ziti worked full-time and went to college full-time. He worked his tail off for us! I stayed home and tried to figure out what the heck I was supposed to do with this little person that relied on me for everything! Meanwhile, the apartment looked like poo because I couldn’t wrap my brain around exactly how I was supposed to say, wash the dishes.

Stelline is a calm, loving, laid back girl. She would sit and play with her toys for hours and be perfectly content. She did like to chew on a window sill every now and again, but it could have been worse. It is a miracle that amongst what felt like chaos to me, she was able to become the easy going person that she is today.

Let’s fast forward 11 years. Ziti and I decide that we want another child. We’ve had a baby. We know what this is all about. We’ve got this!

Yeah that’s funny. Little Miss Gigli plays with everything but her toys. She enjoys trips to the ER. She mimics everything we do. She says everything (and I mean everything!!!) we say. She tries running before she’s completely learned how to walk. She is a handful! She has me shouting things such as, “Don’t stand on the ball!!!” She gives us panic attacks nearly 47 times a day but we all (Ziti, Stelline, and myself) love her to pieces!

Basically … you’ll never be ready. And I understand that when people say “ready” they most likely mean the financial aspect of having a baby. My advice?  Nurse (if you are able to) for as long as you can. Buy diapers in bulk. Don’t get the silly unnecessary baby items. All a baby really needs is some clothes, diapers, a place to sleep, and a whole bunch of love!

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My Babies, Stelline and Little Miss Gigli



What I Think About When I Can’t Fall Asleep at Night

  • Is the front door locked?!
  • I wonder what happens next in my book.
  • Does counting lightning bugs outside my window have the same affect as counting sheep?? 1 … 2 … 3 … Nope … still awake.
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AHH!! Lightning Bugs are pretty horrific looking up close!

  • I still can’t get over Kate Middleton walking down the stairs while carrying a newborn and wearing fancy high heels only a DAY after she gave birth. I couldn’t even walk an inch barefoot! She must be Wonder Woman!
  • I want spaghetti.
  • What else do I need to buy at Target???
  • Dannon Coffee yogurt is so disgusting! Spare your taste buds! Do not try this at home!
  • Do I have to pee?
  • “Doe, a dear, a female dear, Ray, a drop of golden sun!!!”
  • Just close your eyes … you are getting sleepy … very sleepy …
  • I want a hummingbird. I wonder if Ziti will buy me a hummingbird?!
This is Don and he hearts hummingbirds. And here I thought I had hummingbird issues. http://www.birdsandblooms.com/Birds/Hummingbirds/Great-Reader-Hummingbird-Tips-/

This is Don and he hearts hummingbirds. And here I thought I had hummingbird issues. http://www.birdsandblooms.com/Birds/Hummingbirds/Great-Reader-Hummingbird-Tips-/

  • “Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat, What are they feeding you??”
  • Should I read a chapter in my book? Will that make me tired? I think I’ll go read.

Daily Prompt: Ringing Green

Tell us a joke!

I stole the following joke from Stelline. When she told it to me and Ziti a few years ago we thought it was the cutest thing ever. I don’t know if she made it up or if she heard it from someone else.

Stelline: Can you up with a sentence that only uses the words green and yellow?

Us: Hmmm… no.

Stelline: Green Green Green Green … Yellow?

Green is supposed to be the sound of a phone ringing … as in, Ring Ring Ring Ring. Yellow is supposed be someone saying “Hello” when they pick up the phone.

Ha!!! It seriously was so funny when that child told us this joke. I thought it was so clever!

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/06/21/daily-prompt-funny/

Sofia Loren Speaks the Truth

While shopping at IKEA yesterday (yes, again!), Stelline saw this picture.

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While I am not a fan of this picture and would never think of buying it, I am a fan of this Sofia Loren quote.

I believe no truer words have ever been spoken and this Sofia Loren chick is one smart lady.

Now, it is no secret that I am a huge fan of spaghetti. This quote got me thinking about how a lot of my memories involve spaghetti being present.

  1. I was a rare Italian child. I would not for the longest time eat sauce on my spaghetti. I recall being one of those annoying “buttered noodle” children. I remember my aunt (who is Dutch, not Italian) being completely outraged that I would not eat my spaghetti with sauce on it. “What Italian girl doesn’t eat sauce???” she exclaimed in her Dutch accent. She was right! What type of Italian chick was I?! My family ought to be completely ashamed of me! I think from that day forward I was determined to love sauce on my spaghetti.
  2. I have two brothers, Rigatoni and Fettuccine. I am the oldest child, Rigatoni is slightly younger than me, and Fettuccine is the baby of the family. When I was a teenager, I used to make spaghetti for Rigatoni and me quite frequently. We used to stuff our faces with spaghetti for lunch only to have our mom come home from work and make us the same meal for dinner. Did we care?? Absolutely not! I will never forget the one time Rigatoni sat down on the couch with a full plate of spaghetti, only to have the whole thing tip over onto his belly. I thought it was the most hilarious thing I had ever seen!! I laughed so hard that I probably dropped my own plate of spaghetti onto the floor. Not gonna lie … just thinking back on this memory has me laughing like a fool.
  3. Ziti and I would often eat at the Olive Garden when we first started “dating”. We were both young and didn’t really cook. I knew how to boil a pot of water to make spaghetti, but honestly, who wanted to hang out at mom and dad’s to eat dinner with their boyfriend?? Therefore, we became regulars at the OG. This is where Ziti learned of my immense love of spaghetti. Every time we went there he would order something different, and here I was, ordering the same old boring spaghetti visit after visit after visit. Deep down inside, I think he thought he was dating a giant string of spaghetti. If Ziti could sit there time and time again and still find the Italian girl slurping down spaghetti attractive, than man, he was keeper.
  4. When I became pregnant with Stelline my appetite grew … and grew… and grew. Ziti was thrilled! He had an eating buddy! I never turned down anything! Taco Bell at 2am ?? Sure! Get me 6 soft tacos! Breyer’s Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream for lunch? I’ll take a carton! The Olive Garden every single night? OH HECK YEAH!!! Now I was craving shrimp and lobster pretty heavily, but there is no denying that spaghetti was still pretty high up on my list of things to eat. Ziti did such a fantastic job of keeping me full of spaghetti. Again, he witnessed me slurp down ungodly portions of spaghetti and he didn’t run a way!
  5. Finally, I owe spaghetti a huge thanks to getting me through that first night in the hospital with Little Miss Gigli. My first meal after delivering her? You guessed it! Spaghetti! I had no idea what we were in for that first night. She was not one for sleeping. She was not one for being held. She was not one for being left alone. Poor Little Miss Gigli was so lost and confused … all she could do was cry. So thank you spaghetti, for giving me the strength to stay somewhat sane through that night.
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Mmm … spaghetti!

Let’s recap … shall we? Spaghetti (or my aunt, you decide) got me to like sauce. Bonding time with my brother over plates of spaghetti. Ziti falling madly in love with the spaghetti loving freak. Stelline becoming a well nourished baby because I devoured insane amounts of spaghetti. And finally, spaghetti getting me through night #1 with Little Miss Gigli. I think I have to agree with Sofia Loren. Everything you see I most definitely do owe to spaghetti!