Holidays rock not just because of eggnog, but because you
get to proclaim to all the world that your year was worth something.
We Trionfo’s have hit six states and the
Yucatan peninsula.
Can you top it?
Can you, can you, can you?
Okay, now that the mandatory bragging sections of this "letter" is over, we can focus on my kids and their strange, wonderful, fevered
behavior.
Do not blame me that half of
this is about Carter and his destruction.
Half of my life is about Carter and his destruction.
One fine summer day, the girls and I were painting fingernails in
our friend Amy’s driveway, but Carter kept getting into the polish.
“Stop!
You’ll break the bottles,” I said.
Wrong thing to say. Break?
Carter
took a bottle of polish and threw it as hard as he could onto the concrete,
screaming when it shattered in a pink explosion.
Then he saw me coming and ran barefoot
through glass and straight into the street where a car had to stop for him.
I locked him in his room for a time-out and he
said, “Why am I in a time-out?
I’m being
good now.
I’m not crying.”
He was totally serious.
Carter (half asleep and feverish on the couch): Oh!
Look at the lights on the wall!
Me: There are no lights on the wall.
Carter (rubs his eyes, very confused) Um . . . yes!
There they are! The lights! Right there!
Get your camera! Take a picture
of it!
I did. There were no
lights on the wall. He went back to
sleep. Later he told me he didn’t have a
cold, he had a “hot,” because his head was warm. He talks in his sleep, too, about pink shoes.
Carter (in a time-out): Can I come out now?
Graham (giggling): Come out now?
Carter: Mo-om! I’ll be nice.
Graham: Mom, I be nice.
(More giggling. Graham now not
only repeats everything someone says, he knows it’s silly)
Carter turned four in July and after I took down the
birthday party decorations, his shoulders slumped. “Oh. I’m three again.” “No, silly!” No matter what I said, though, every day when he woke up, he’d ask if he was
still four. Around the same time, he got
a pair of Mia’s hand-me-down, skinny,
low-rise, pre-faded jeans. He looks like
a male model every time he wears them, but they stay on. (A miracle.) He probably wore them on Mia’s first day of
school, when Carter packed his own lunch and put on his shoes and walked to
school with her (and me), soooo sad he couldn’t stay.
We were going over our names one day:
Lina: I’m Lina Trionfo.
Carter: Carter Trionfo.
Graham: Graham cracker!
Little Graham cracker is potty training!
Last month, he got treats for poops and
treats if he didn’t wake me up at night.
Yes, he knows some of his letters but still doesn’t sleep the
night.
Sigh.
He also has trouble with his colors, so we
joke he’s color-blind (like his dad).
He’s our only lefty and his hair is
insane.
I glue section A to section B with gel every
day to keep some bit of order up there.
Well, down there.
He’s tiny.
He sticks his tongue in his cheek when he
concentrates.
He has a growl-serious
voice to impersonate authority figures like Carter and a munchkin voice all the
rest of the time.
If you ask him who’s
cute, he says, “I am.”
See?
He’s smart, too.
When we went to Pennsylvania in July, Carter fell in love
with his fifteen-year-old cousin Nate.
Carter: Nate’s my boyfriend.
Everyone: No, he’s not!
Carter: Mom said! He’s my husband!
Talia: Not husband. Cousin.
Carter: Oh.
Later Carter asked if, instead of being Graham’s brother, he
could be Nate’s cousin. I said he could be both.
On that trip, we lost Carter at the Crayola Museum, the
Martin Guitar factory, Rehoboth beach in Delaware (long enough to corral dozens
of volunteers), the Lehigh Valley zoo, the Hershey Factory, the Empire State
building (their personnel do not like children to come equipped with arms and
legs, btw, too much maintenance), a state park in Maryland, and a re-factored
steel-mill-music-venue in
Pennsylvania. But he never got
lost while I paid the kids a dollar to dance with me and play follow-the-leader
to a local band on Main Street in front of his grandparents’ house. The next day, he and all of the cousins
raided Mumsy’s closet for hats, glasses, wigs, scarves, and high heels for MAGIC!, a movie we shot in the front
room, wherein magic accessories compel the wearer to dance in the style of the
accessory. It was totally rad.
Meanwhile, back at home, Carter’s behavior was so bad at
grocery stores that I started taking him on practice runs to buy bananas or
milk only. One time he failed while
still in the parking lot and we went home.
Another time, he made it all ten minutes until we got to the check-out
stand, but then bit a candy bar through the wrapper. I had to keep hold of
Graham, but was able to catch Carter by a forearm, which he fought me royally on because—besides
the candy—it turned out he was also eating a booger. Carter was yelling, “I like my booger! I wanna eat
it! I want to!” And I was like,
“Stop! Stop!” And
Graham was screaming because no one was trying to make him not eat his boogers and why can’t he do everything Carter does? It’s not fair! And the
entire time this store clerk stood there saying, “Put the candy bar
down! Put it down!” So then I had to switch my mental yelling to,
“Why don’t you do something useful like go get a freaking tissue?”
Note: I have never been kicked out of a store.
Carter is calming down, actually. It’s not unusual for me to be grinning and
asking, “Did you play with knives? Did
you open band-aids and put them all over your body? Did you write on Graham’s face?” “In the
morning I did, but then I was so good!” Carter answers. I tell him I knew he could do it, and give him a cotton ball to put in a jar on
the counter. He gets a toy from the
store about once a week when it’s full.
Enough about Carter.
Most
of you know Mia’s birthday is close to the school’s cut-off date for
kindergarten, and Mike and I decided to have her tested to see if she should
move up.
The teachers decided to go
ahead and place her in first grade.
Her
first day produced tears because beloved Mrs. Clarke included a note that Mia
needed to rewrite the spelling words from a class assignment, this time with
better handwriting. I felt terrible for pushing Mia too hard, vowing to put her
back in kindergarten, even if she did refer to her classmates as “those cute
little kids.”
Then we got to the math
page, which included a challenge question to make 10-6=4 into a story
problem.
I explained for five seconds what
a story problem was until she
interrupted.
“You mean like, if I have
ten boyfriends and six are busy, how many dates will I have?”
“Yup.
How about we say friends instead, though?”
“Sure!”
There have been no more tears and I think
first grade is a good fit for her.
Can
you imagine her explaining dating to the kids cutting and pasting in
kindergarten?
Mia is so hilarious.
And obviously has older sisters!
Cora’s primary teacher got her candy and a whoopee cushion
when she got baptized.
How awesome is
that?
Cora was beautiful in her white
baptism dress and also had a birthday party full of girls and face paint which
they put on themselves.
Some were
painted toe to knee and scalp to finger.
Cora is into self-fulfillment lately.
She uses YouTube to find instruction on painting and Spanish. She’s
taking piano and tumbling. Also, this fall all the kids except Graham took
soccer.
Holy scheduling!
Cora’s our most fiery player, scoring goals,
out-running the boys, and turning cartwheels with the girls.
If you notice a bed that’s made in a kid’s
room around here, it belongs to her.
Or
to one of her siblings, if she’s been feeling generous.
:)
Lina continues to play violin for her school’s orchestra, enjoys
biking to Peterson’s to buy candy, and was in the Math Olympiad last year. Her dance competition took us to St. George
in March, with a side trip to Zion National Park. Her group eventually placed seventh out of
dozens. Lina did a “stall,” a headstand
where her body is almost horizontal, balanced on an elbow. It’s sweet. Also
this year, she and all our kids have discovered singing. We know the words to
every High School Musical song. After a
quick tryout, Lina was cast as Jasmine in a playground play put on by her group
of friends (I love these friends). Lina
and her best friend Halle sing Adele and Christina Perri from sheet music I
play on the piano. Our Christmas carols
are in harmony now, just like my family’s growing up. And don’t worry, we still dance Gangnam style. I love it!
The big news for me is probably well known to all of you
because I never shut up about it—I signed with literary agent Josh Getzler in
April and got to meet him in July!
(Lots
of gushing skipped here.) Josh and I are
still
going back and for on edits for
SHATTER,
which isn’t terribly uncommon in the writing world. So keep waiting another
year and I might have more news.
Haha.
Meanwhile, I’m working on
another story and chasing Carter every day.
Plus, Mike took me dancing until three a.m. in Cancun, so, yeah—this
year rocked.
Mike is enjoying his time with the startup he is working on. Check it out at payvio.com. He has turned into a CrossFit snob and goes most days. He loves it, and we love it too because he is much stronger and healthier than before! He also has acquired 6 chickens for the family and built a coop for them in the shed.
Final note of holiday cheer: Did you know you can put a Gogurt in your ice
machine and get bits of plastic in your drinks for three months? You can! We’ve tried it!
(After I wrote this yesterday, Carter shoved Graham so I took him into his room for doing bad things. He threw himself on the bed and wouldn't look at me. "I do bad things so now Jesus will make you a new Carter." "No," I said. "I don't want a new Carter. I want you." He smiled and gave me a huge hug.)