Facing your Fears

Today I am 43. I do not feel old or sad or anxious about aging for the most part. I am somewhat relieved. First and foremost 43 is an odd number ("Hallelujah" as little F would say) and secondly, I may be finally evolving. I will be completely honest. Moving has been brutally hard for me, much harder than I had imagined. Maybe part of the problem is that I did not try to imagine it. I was tired of my job, tired of the schlepping on the subway, of working at night.... ready for a change. How could I pursue a nursing degree while sending five kids to a private school and live in Manhattan? I came to Newton and it was desolate. Everyone was on vacation. We lived on a ghost street and F was in NY for a week finishing his previous job. I started to have to drive everywhere. Yuck. I joined the JCC and everyone was rich and spoke Hebrew. Yuck. From living amongst all African Americans I went to celebrate the days I could spot one. I had a bad attitude. I cried. I was not going to be able to sleep listening to fucking crickets. Why were people here so unfriendly? Turns out that is their resting face- they are not actually being actively unfriendly- I think. Why were they almost all deranged sports fans? That one I cannot answer.  I have always been uber aware of working to not come off as a snob. Argentines all think they are superior, I do not want to be like that. Private school people have the same complex- not me, I would be down to earth. I got here, where they actively (almost unbeknownst to NY) compete with my hometown and I am the worst snob. Fuck Boston. I am a New Yorker. Forever. This sentiment, while true, would not help me. I realized after reading an article that my former head of school sent me that I was in mourning. Mourning the person I used to be. Who the hell was I? Not a Spanish teacher after twenty years of being one. Not a New Yorker, at least not on a daily basis (but always in my heart). Nobody knew me or needed me like in the old iteration of myself where I organized, connected, and helped at all the institutions I was affiliated with. I was not even a nursing student. Even though I was 10-20 years older than my BMCC classmates, at least I had them. I spent the fall taking microbiology online and preparing for the GREs. Mostly I spent them thinking about my old school/job and going to farms with little F. He was sad. He missed BT and L and had to get used to being with me and in the car. All. The. Time. I knew one very nice woman from grad school- she has her own life. That was it. While F went to a wonderful job and began another part of his career, the kids began school. We knew nobody and had nobody to help us. I went to the elementary and middle schools and could not help compare them to the one in NY. Apples and oranges. Private versus public. I did not know a single parent or teacher or rule after having known them all, always. I ramble and digress. Every trip back to NY has been hard and wonderful and great and sad. I no longer belong to the school. I have wonderful friends and colleagues and they tell me how much they miss me and this warms my heart. But then I remember Newton, the suburb where I live. I began to go the JCC religiously in September for the free child care (I have yet to lose a pound or an inch). I go to the library many times per week. F and I food shop and nap together. My best friend is two. He is a funny and smart two but still a two-year old. We talk about snacks and cows, chickens and tv, ee-i-ee-i-oh and caca. He eventually stops crying when F goes to work and the kids to school. Recently I decided to try to surrender a little more. I invited a mother from the JCC for a playdate. She is a nurse! She has a hard and also lonely life even though she is from here. I had previously read her as cold- I was wrong. I finished my BC application weeks ago and now I wait. Vulnerable and unsure if they will take me. If I do not become a nursing student, what will I be? I think for now I will focus on being a good mother and wife and a better version of myself if possible. I want to enjoy this finite time at home that I never had or will have with a child again. I want to acknowledge that I am fortunate and have no real problems. I want to hope that being scared and untethered will make me stronger. I want to be brave. I hold on to the new/good parts. I already have so many good/old parts- amazing siblings, parents, friends. The new: Zumba Gold and POUND with Ketty- the kindest woman I have met here. Fun and fit she is a woman in her 50s who hugs me and invites me to her house because she remembers being new here. The library- huge and amazing- we go there every week and take out books, movies puzzles, and even instruments! Five children who have had a relatively easy transition to public school and a new life despite it all. A partner who supports me literally and figuratively (the former irks me but I breathe and try to accept it). A new friend? The chance to start a new career at 43?! Not many people get that. I do not want to be from here but I will work to do a good job being here. May 43 to 44 allow me to grow and accept.

My fortune according to A

"you lead a depressing but happy and good life"

¡Caramba esta nieve!

F this am on the weather situation

Unpublished Lost Treasures..

M- Melania just looks like a piece of surgical plastic.

V- Family is family and we always stay together and we never leave anyone behind.

What we are grateful for (from 2016):

V: family, bed, heart, love, nature.

A- books, jakcet, food, family

M- family, health

V: Am I the first one up?
Me: No. But A is still asleep.
V: Is that how she got taller than me? Because she sleeps more?
Me: Being tall is not important.
V: Your personality is important. I don't know why people judge people on color.

V: Are you going to digest (dissect) a sheep?

V: Is your conchita in the back or in the front?
Me: What do you think?
V: The back!

Me to all the boys in the family being too loud in the living room: What is going on?
M: It's the testosterone!

F this am from da crib trying to get a lift out: Papi, papi papi! Mamá, mamá, mamá! Torio!!!!

V: I have so much problems. One of the biggest ones in A!

V & F

V- Do you know it does not matter how powerful you are but how smart you are? Trump has all the power in the world but he is a dumb dumb.

F to me- Can I say "what the heck?"
Me- Ok, una vez.
F- What the heck! ¿Otra vez?¿ último? ¿dos más?

V- I am not going to pass the high test to go to Harvard. I think I am going to go to Yale.
Nobody in our family has gone to Harvard. You have to be super duper smart.
Me- Your aunt Amanda goes to Harvard.
V- Oh yeah, Harvard Law. She is so super duper smart.

F, The Chatter II

F to A: don't eat like an animal.

To the cat: I want to give you a mohawk.

To J in the shower: último. I promise you will like it (squeezing his tush)

F, The Chatter

F- No podemos ir a NY porque está  cerrado.

Me- El gato no va a seguirte come el perro (the cat isn't going to follow you like the dog does).
F ¿Por qué? ¿Está ocupado? (Why, is he busy?)

F, The Chatter

F to me: Can I say zip it?
Me: Yes.
F to the table of bickering children: Zip it. Be quiet. Be nice.

F to me: Yo quiero comer monstruos con manteca (I want to eat monsters with butter).

F, speaking about our family: Yo no soy una familia.
Me: No, sos parte de una familia. La parte importante.
F. Importante y muy contento (very happy).

When I asked him to keep walking: Se me rompió la pierna (my leg broke).

F, The Hooligan (and V for some good measure)

When I told him to go to sleep: You fired!

When I told him the JCC was closed: ¿Por qué? Caramba!

When we saw a dead pigeon- ¿Puedo pisarlo? (Can I step on it?)

The next day, same pigeon- ¿Puedo comerlo? (Can I eat it?)

As his father read him a story where a dino ate another one: Non si fa, cazzo!


V- I will design cars or play for the Knicks or be a vet or help the poor.

V, when he realized he made a bad pokemon trade- It is sad that a ten year old took advantage of me.

V, impatient at a restaurant- Is there a sloth in the kitchen?

V, impatient at another restaurant- Is the food coming today or next year?

The Eve...

before our active real new lives begin...
Tomorrow I will be sending four kids to two new schools where I do not know a soul. It feels strange for my children's teachers to not be my colleagues and friends. F will be starting at PIH and meeting a real life hero, one of PIH's founders, Paul Farmer, this week. I am so excited. I will need to truly be disciplined to keep Federico engaged, the GRE studying going, to stay on top of my microbiology class, going to the gym etc etc. I am very nervous but excited. To be continued...

F lately..

to his father: Do you want to play or not?

to me: Mamá, yo quiero escuela con chico. Yo triste.

to me: Me gusta mi pitín.

to me: chupete no, es para bebés.

to me: Me gustan tus pies and sometimes... me gustan tus tetas.

V: Is it possible to be too smart?

V: has my life started yet?

Me: A, you leave your stuff all over the place. Pick it up!
A: Yeah, I get that a lot.

?: Rich people are going to hate us.
another ?: We are rich in children and love.

A: I have never been to Boston and I am moving there. Cuckaluku.

A: If we ever move from Boston can we move to NYC?

V: So I am missing second grade?

NEWYork to NEWton... Oy

There are too many things to express in a simple blog post but suffice it to say that we have been turned upside down and inside out as the song says. We are no longer in NY. What we thought could happen for a long time and then were sure would not happen... did. F got a fabulous job in Boston at a wonderful non-profit and we took the leap. I left my job of 19 years, the only profession I have ever known, and told the kids.. we are moving! This all happened (the telling to the doing) in under 3 weeks. It was/is intense and harder than I could have imagined both physically, emotionally, financially... you name it. We are still covered in boxes to unpack and furniture to build. I cannot sign kids up for school for another two weeks. When we told A and V (older kids were at camp) V leaned back at one point and said: "It's a lot." I think that summarizes it well. By far one of the largest losses has been L. Not sure how I will function without her, Working full time and studying and tutoring etc with her seems way easier than being unemployed, taking online classes and having to care for all of the children all of the time without another caregiver in sight. We joined the JCC to balance the decades of Episcopal school. Just kidding, we joined because they have a nice outdoor pool and are a five-minute drive away. Oh yes, while I may never have to look for parking and curse again, I will also not be able to avoid DRIVING every day to every place. There is nothing walking distance. It feels like we are on vacation,  but we cannot leave. When we left the pool today, F asked again "¿La casa nueva? No, No me gusta. Yo quiero otra casa." He seems to be having the hardest time of the three kids I have here now. I have my positive days and my not so hot moments. What I need is for this awful summer to end so we can actually start our lives here (school, work, classes). so I can try to establish some kind of routine and be able to make an informed decision about Newton. Don't think I will ever have that roll off my tongue "I'm from Newton. I live in Newton." How about "I am an Argentine New Yorker in Newton for a few years?" I have to get my always growing ass in motion and study for the GREs, write some kick-ass essays, get good recs, do well in two online classes (gulp) and get into BC. All my (aging) eggs are in that one basket. At this time next year, I will have hopefully completed their three-week program that leads into the intense year of nursing school. Help!

And Now....

almost July.
oops.
MoJo has been dropped off in VT and A, V and I continue to go to St. H every day. 3 more weeks.
It is berry hot and we are off to Sesame today after we (gulp) beat France.

F is a non-stop talking, eating, moving machine. He is funny and naughty and bossy. Surprise!

F, as I carried him out of the car in the rain: Está lloviendo, rápido. My coatrain!

V- Has anyone in our family been in a bar fight?

V, after his teacher told him to wait for his friend's answer before changing the topic: I have short-term memory loss.

A- I don't want to grow up!

V- I love unusual days.

V- If you have one baby in Florida and one in Buenos Aires, are they still siblings?

A- I only eat bacon on special occasions because I love pigs.

V or A? thought cow poop was called "menorah"

V- I am trying to behave, but you are overreacting a little bit.

Me after the 3-0 loss to Croatia- I am so embarassed and sad that we lost.
V- You are not walking around wearing a Messi shirt.


older ones I found:

J- Thank you for working so hard for us.

A- Yeah, when I am older I am going to pay you back with a nice big house.

A, when I tried to get her to give away a black sequined dress-Can I keep it for a special occasion?
Me- Like what?
A- A funeral. I have a wedding dress and a funeral dress.

And Now....

almost July.
oops.
MoJo has been dropped off in VT and A, V and I continue to go to St. H every day. 3 more weeks.
It is berry hot and we are off to Sesame today after we (gulp) beat France.

F is a non-stop talking, eating, moving machine. He is funny and naughty and bossy. Surprise!

F, as I carried him out of the car in the rain: Está lloviendo, rápido. My coatrain!

V- Has anyone in our family been in a bar fight?

V, after his teacher told him to wait for his friend's answer before changing the topic: I have short-term memory loss.

A- I don't want to grow up!

V- I love unusual days.

V- If you have one baby in Florida and one in Buenos Aires, are they still siblings?

A- I only eat bacon on special occasions because I love pigs.

V or A? thought cow poop was called "menorah"

V- I am trying to behave, but you are overreacting a little bit.

Me after the 3-0 loss to Croatia- I am so embarassed and sad that we lost.
V- You are not walking around wearing a Messi shirt.


older ones I found:

J- Thank you for working so hard for us.

A- Yeah, when I am older I am going to pay you back with a nice big house.

Fefe CAMPEON

Our big ball of love is 2! He will tell you "dos" himself. He held it together quite well on his bday, even if he was clearly saturated by the end as this classic photo indicates. . He loved sitting at the head of the table for his bday snack at BT and emulated Cookie Monster to amuse his friends mini muffin after mini muffin. He got offended at the doctor when his blood was drawn and demanded that I remove the bandaid "quita esto, mamá beso." He was no big fan of the shot in his arm either. Most of all though, F is a happy go lucky kid. He is as comfortable in Spanish as he is in Italian and English (which he speaks with a Hispanic accent) and he loves his siblings fiercely. F is bossy (surprise!) and can be naughty too. He loves to read books and gets obsessed with 2-3 books at a time. We love you gordito and could not have asked for a more affectionate and easy fifth. No more growing!!

Did Trump do THAT?

V: Is he trying to breast milk you?
Me: No, he is not nursing. But when he was a baby, he did, just like you.
V: Mamá, do not curse my legendary.

V to A: Have you ever been to cliché?

V to me: Do you know any of papi's secrets?

A: I don't like this new version of the Sesame Street song. Did Trump do that?

A & V Antics

V: Is it racist to say that you want to be black?
Me: No.
V: Okay, I want to be black.
Me: Why?
V: So I can be cool!

A: Some people think F is a regular baby and can't talk but he can talk just in a different way without making full sentences and he has a baby accent.

V: I will never have an occasion with a bully because I will kick him in the nuts.
A: I will slap her in the boobs.

Me to V: You are acting like a starts with a B and ends with a T.
V: Butt?

V when I wouldn't buy him some crap at CVS: Buying that was my dream and you crushed it.

A when I was trying to take a pic of her dolled up: You are trying to make me a big deal and I don't like that. I never did and I never will.

A: Can I change to be fashionable since M's friend is coming over?

V: Does anyone in this family wear a wig?

VVVVVVV

V: A, take away that marker from F! You are such a bad parenter!

V to Me: When you are a nurse can you be my nurse?

When the month slips away.....

And you do not post about your first boy turning 11 (yippee) or your niece being born (meeting you in a few hours!) or the tidal wave that is your life. I alternate between feeling victorious and efficient and flailing and swamped. We are now officially on "spring break" which simply means that 4 out of 5 kids have barely anything to do every day while I am still trying to keep up with school work (paper, quiz, and homework all due in the next week), housework (will the laundry ever be put away? will the fridge ever be full?), sister work (mail packages, keep brother alive), alum work (finally finished 1000 emails for 25th year reunion), volunteer work (not doing so hot on getting donations for the auction), tutor work (finally picking up- financial sigh of relief) and most importantly human work. Oh right, I am a person and should do more than just allow myself to read the NYT a day late on the train as a daily treat. Maybe I should exercise, or shower? The most important part of my human work is the following: finding a way to be a partner and a mother and a person without putting the me at the very bottom. There is nothing better than caring for my family but it is easy to lose myself. I take the outings to CUNY as a legitimate vacation. I may be ridiculous, but I love my 20 something-year-old classmates and my not so challenging classes. Community college is probably all my out of shape mind can handle right now. I enjoy the camaraderie. I like that when I get there I am not Ms. Epstein, or the overpriced tutor, or mamá mamá mamá!, but just a white-haired nerdy woman in the class. I am thankful to my partner who affords me this luxury of fading two evenings a week and other times to just study. What will I do with all of these classes? Can I get into the masters program? Even if I could, could we afford for me not to work? Could I be a full-time student and tutor to help pay bills? Hmm, maybe not while sending 5 kids to private school, fancy daycare, piano, swimming, summer camp and all that jazz. The perennial question is, what do we give up? Where should we move? When I think of what that would entail, especially the losing L part, I get anxious and decide to stick to the madness I know. This life I am leading may be insane to some, but it is all that I know and I am grateful for it. Stay tuned for what I hope will be more regular quotations from the comedy troupe.

Since I am doing an epically poor job documenting little F, I will just say that he is a full-fledged toddler. He talks non-stop, in all three languages. He fights, is funny, naughty, and that you can expect from one of our tribe. He loves his siblings and V and he have a ferociously adorable bond. He gets time outs for throwing food and hitting me but also knows when to come hug and kiss someone. He is a sweet sweet boy, a good friend at school and an obsessive Elmo/Pimpa fan. That's all for now folks.

Latest V

On the Olympics: Yeah, they are good. At the end, she puts her skate in his nuts!

On the hotel: They have the Holly bible here.

Me: You are cheating (at Candyland).
V: I'm not that smart.

V to J: Mamá does not owe you anything but love.

On tutors: If they are specialists, shouldn't they earn a "Dr" in their name?

¡7!

A week ago my double trouble turned 7. I am a bit late, kind of a theme (I am always reading old newspapers as well). It is not official that they are not little. We had a family party with limited attendance, an all-girl party on Friday with 14 guests (plus my 5) and then took 14 boys to a movie and lunch on Saturday. I am so proud of these two first grade monkeys. They are kind and thoughtful hooligans. I love you AleVit. I started this blog when you were in utero when I couldn't imagine how fun you would be.

I leave you with a V thought: Mamá, why does Pepsi always have those colors?
Me: It is the brand, they want you to see the colors and think of Pepsi. What do those colors make you think of? Which flag?
V: The French flag?

Yummy Aromas

J when I told him to find the piece of ceiling that he threw out: Nothing like digging in the trash before breakfast.

V: Something unfair happens every second.

A: Papi reminds me of the beach.
V: Mami reminds of daisies.

When I said a cheese had a bad aftertaste, A added: It tastes like a zoo!

A (I think): When J turns 11, we can stand next to him and take a 7-11 picture!

F is Talkin'

Every day brings new words in any language. Here are some of my favorites...

From his rear facing carseat when we are in traffic: Vai! Ma dai! Vai!

Yesterday as his father tried to nap mid-afternoon as he tugged on him: Siéntate!

I now make him walk up and down the building steps (he crawls up the apartment ones) and he counts: uno, dos, tres, cuatro

F also has an incredible parroting ability so he accurately said: gnocchi and funghi yesterday when I asked him (after telling him) what he was eating.

He also likes to shout "mío!" about whatever he is eating.



A came up with a good name for my anatomy flashcards: Flesh cards:)

End O' January

Me-That's gross (milk).
J-Why?
M-Because it came from a cow's boob
V- Well you came from your mother's Pah-gina

V- Does the F word mean bad Jesus?

V- Why do people buy Camrys for 3K? They are so lame

J on his (not beloved) teacher- When he is trying to be funny he laughs at his own jokes. It's depressing.

After I saw V doing some fake praying after which he asked me for something and I said no- G-d doesn't even work!

Me to F- ¿Dónde está V?
F- In da bus.

V- I am going to get surgery on my face- I do not like it.

V- Why do all black people act cool?

V- Why hasn't Trump gotten fired?

V- If numbers never end, then they are still inventing them!

V- The nurse told me to goggle with salt water.

V- Who is the most famous gluer?
Me- I don't know.
V- Can you look it up right now?

J- If I have a disease I will just eat at 7-11 every day and get a tattoo.

M- Why do Asians wear face masks?
Me- To protect themselves from germs
M- Right, because our air is so toxic and theirs is so fresh!

V's teacher- You do not need to push.
V- Unless you are in Times Square.

V- When I grow up, I am going to make F vice president.

V at Cosstco checkout- Are you spending your money wisely?

A when she saw me with nail polish- Now all of a sudden you are getting fancy.

V oh V

After we ascertained that the lethal gas smell came from V's butt: No wonder I don't make so much farts.

? to V: Be quiet, you are a professional liar.
V: Exactly, I know when people lie!

V to A: You are nice.
A: Thank you.
V: Do you know what sarcasm is?

V to A while they brushed their teeth: Do you ever wonder if demi-g-ds or g-ds exist?

F, the entertainer

Taylor Swift's annoyingly catchy tune is only the latest song to enter the midget's repertoire. I thought I was hallucinating the first time I heard him clearly sing the first three words/notes (and then go on to mumble the rest). Last night, after sleeping half the day at BT, he spent almost 2 hours!! singing on and off to himself. Old McDonald, Cucu cantaba la rana, los pollitos, Taylor Swift... too funny. I listened to him inadvertently serenade me on the bbay monitor as I worked on the computer. He woke up singing "ee-i-ee-i-oh" like he had to continue the song he left off at the night before.

He is the funniest and sweetest child I could hope for. He asked me this morning as I put him in the stroller. BT? He likes to know where we are headed off to. He runs to the computer and says "ciao papi!" when we video chat with F.

I may have to eat his face!!!

Not Sure if I ever posted this one....

V sucking F's arm- I am french kissing him.
Me- What is that?
V- A really long kiss.
Me- Where did you learn that?
V- French class.
Me- No you didn't.
V- No, I didn't.

Card I Just Found (from V)

Dear mom and dad

I wish you have some peace and quiet. for the friste time in your life aslest. I hope you get what you want. if not i will give you a present. i will also behave on christmas I promess.