The feeding of 8 year old boys

Yesterday was Primo's 8th birthday and we had a few of his friends and our family over for a party. It was an Indiana Jones theme (He was Indy for Halloween), so naturally one must have Indiana Jones food. So remember back to "Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom" when Indy and Willie eat...eyeball soup and chilled monkey brains. Since these delicacies are hard to come by off of the Asian subcontinent, I had to improvise.

Here we have eyeball cupcakes:


And chilled monkey brain cupcakes.
Don't they look delicious?

Surprisingly, the boys were not as grossed out by the eyeballs as I thought they'd be and the eyeballs all went very quickly. I had a lot of the monkey brains left over, though. Maybe it's because they were full-sized cupcakes. I find that kids have an easier time eating the smaller ones. Maybe that's because they know to stop when they are full. People like me have to re-teach ourselves that. A fun time was had by all, but I was very happy that the party was only 3 hours long and everyone left a little bit early. I am also glad we all had today off so that we could recover!

This is my Primo.

He turns 8 today. He's a wonderful boy. He's caring, funny and smart. He can make his own breakfast. He can pour his own milk. He's at a funny age now. He still wants to snuggle at bedtime and crawl into my lap, but he's getting too large to fit in my lap. He is a delight. Look at that handsome face. Look at that gap-toothed smile. How can you not love him?

Do you know why he is smiling so big in this picture?

Because the day before his birthday, he had the fastest Pinewood Derby car in his den. He's a very proud Wolf Cub Scout. And his dad and I are so proud of him, too. We love him to pieces. He was our honeymoon surprise. And we wouldn't have him any other way. I love you, baby-who's-not-really-a-baby-anymore. May God bless you with a wonderful life!

The Americans are coming! The Americans are coming!

This is Wroxton College. And Scott and I will be there for a week in July. He has to go to workshops. I get to sight-see.

Now to get the passports...

I know Christmas is over, but I just can't help printing this letter that Primo left for Santa on the Christmas tree. It is reproduced exactly as written:

Santa Claws,

You can have any of our candy canes tonight. You can come for extra visits anny time.

from.
Primo

p.s. Did you ever hit yore head on the north pole?
p.s.s. Did you give me a wii?
p.s.s.s. can you bring me everything on my list?
p.s.s.s.s. I need a wii!
p.s.s.s.s.s. you should go on weaht wachers.
p.s.s.s.s.s.s. I've been verry good this year.
p.s.s.s.s.s.s.s. merry crhistmas.

Welcome Quiet Life readers!

After I read Donna's very thoughtful post and read your even more wonderful comments, I commented too and offered to answer anyone's questions. But then I noticed that my email wouldn't show up and then I thought about it and decided my email address wouldn't be so easy to find here. So, feel free to ask any questions about the Catholic Church, Her teachings, and my belief in the comment box of this post. Please bring the same wonderfulness here that you have over at Donna's. I'm happy to have email discissions if you prefer, just shoot me an email at mamagiglio at comcast dot net