Several highlights from the Picetti family’s Spring Break last week:
This conversation took place at the dinner table one evening.
- Fehmeen — Who do you love more, Mommy or Daddy?
- Emma — Papa (the diplomatic choice)
- Emma — Batman or Spiderman?
- Fehmeen — (running into the living room occupied by me) How can you have so much influence on her?!? You can’t even speak!!
- Jason — (Grinning ear to ear in his BiPap mask)
The first comment Emma uttered to Fehmeen after witnessing her first up-close birthday party clown performance was “Do you think Buki (the clown) takes off her nose when she goes to sleep?”
I took the trip over the San Mateo Bridge with Fehmeen in order to pick up Emma from an overnight stay at No Nap Nani’s house. The moment the wheels on my wheelchair hit the pavement Emma came running over to introduce me to the gardener who was mowing the lawn in the park where she was playing. From there I watched her gleefully hop over a piece of poop on the ground (a la the opening scene in Up, now her second favorite movie followed by Beauty and the Beast). Then she practically flew to the moon on the swings, climbed up the business end of the slide at least a dozen times, and back down that very same slide on her (cute little) buttsee a dozen more times after that. The last time I watched her playing at the park was over a year ago and she was not as courageous and confident as she was now. It goes without saying that I thought it was awesome seeing her having so much fun.
Emma, The Italian Man Servant and I had the pleasure of catching a Motley Crue Carnival of Sin concert on Palladia the other night. We were all rocking out (Emma especially) to the first three songs (Shout at the Devil, Too Young to Fall in Love, Looks That Kill) before they went to a commercial break (back to back with a vibrating device made by the folks at Trojan which was followed by an internet dating spot from a group called ChristianMingle.com). When the mixed advertising messages concluded, the band rolled back onstage on choppers and launched into Girls, Girls, Girls, complete with Cirque du Soleil-style acrobats dressed in skimpy leather outfits performing death-defying (yet strangely mesmerizing) routines high above the sonic fury occurring on the stage. Well, Fehmeen wandered in about then, sized up the situation and quickly whisked The Bug off the couch and into her room. Meanwhile, the two munhooses kept on watching the show.
Did you know that there was a Jewish version of Sesame Street called Shalom Sesame? I sure didn’t. And neither did Fehmeen when she joined it mid-episode. She was forced to go to the Info button on the Comcast remote when she couldn’t understand what was going on when they were counting to five in Hebrew. While we are on the topic, does anybody know if Grover is Jewish? He was the only muppet hanging around but we changed channels before I could find out.
My newest caregiver Julian told us about how he knows a guy that does tattoos in people’s homes. I think that the Tattoo Concierge will be making a stop in the City of Good Living very soon to work on tattoo number eight for ALS Boy.
I didn’t think that it was possible but Fehmeen just got even hotter when she got her nose pierced!
It was just like old times on Saturday night when Fehmeen, Emma and I got cozy on my recliner and watched videos on the laptop. We started out with my documentary but we quickly switched gears to the Wiggles, Lady Gaga, Bruno Mars, and the Black Eyed Peas. It was the best thing ever to hear our sweet Emma’s voice singing every single word of Just the Way You Are while sitting right next to me. Best thing in the whole world.