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Once Upon a Time.......

an American family moved to the Italian countryside. (If you close your eyes, you can smell it.)

At first, it was very difficult for this family to transition into a new lifestyle. Everything was so challenging and strange. After a while, things got better- as they usually do. Then the family started to feel more at home in their new country. The Mommy started to speak Italian and the little girl started learning Italian in school. (The little girl would throw out italian phrases to startle her Mommy and Daddy-o....for example, when they would ask, "How was your day at scuola? She would reply "Bennissimo!" as she would run into the other room.)


Lots of friends and family came all the way to Italy to visit them. This made them very happy.

Despite their new comfort, their capers continued. Mommy-o had a hard time finding time to keep in touch through the blog. But, then came the new year. It was a "clean slate in '08." (No Mommy-o had never been a cheerleader, however, she was vexed by her advertising past.) As Mommy-o is starting a new year, she has hope that she can post more often.

There are many more exciting chapters ahead in their story. There's the tale about how the walls started growing hair, which made it look like something from Amityville horror. (Not that Mommy-o has ever seen it...she is not a brave soul.)

There's also the impending story about how the neighbors built a giant pile of hay and brush that they are going to burn to celebrate the epiphany. (Did I mention that Mommy-o is not a brave soul? ...she has visions of the entire neighborhood burning to the ground. Daddy-o assures her that this isn't possible because everything is concrete....Mommy-o thinks that Nanny-o is responsible for these obsessive thoughts!)
Happy New year : )

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Unknown said…
Hello! Am I the first to post?! Cute pics of Mom and the engines reading stories! I miss you all already, and wish I could live closer. Thank you for a wonderful fabulous time. I miss you all, and especially my lil' engines Count and Big Bird! I dooo!
Love, Bitty Poopah
January 3, 2008 at 10:51 PM
mimi and papa said…
Reading stories with the darlings--what pure JOY! All three of you look comfy and cozy, as you should when all is well in the land of little ones with Nanny. Miss you all. Was so happy to talk with Mommy-O today and catch up.
Lots of Love and huggies,
Mimi
January 4, 2008 at 4:39 PM
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