Paolo had a little surprise for me yesterday morning. During his morning nursing session, I quickly learned that he is starting to cut his first tooth.
I should have been tipped off by his crazy behavior on Friday night. We were at our favorite pizza place (Side bar: Ames has a FABULOUS napoletano-style pizzeria, Vesuvius. The wood-burning oven was imported from Italy and the cuisine is superb: simple, fresh, and delicious. We are positively addicted.) for dinner. We were enjoying our delicious meal of insalata caprese, pizza margherita, and a beautiful Italian chianti, while we were waiting for the live music to start.
Paolo had a whole different plan. He usually likes to go out with us. I mean, we go to kid-friendly places that are usually loud enough where he can make noise without disturbing anyone. And he entertains himself by trying to new food and then throwing most of it on the ground, drinking from grown-up cups, and just playing with whatever toys I bring along.
Well, not on Friday. He was not interested in eating, drinking, or playing. Only shouting and banging the table. So we lasted about 30 minutes before we called it a night and came home. Then, after a fitful night of sleeping, Paolo woke up hungry.
That’s when I discovered the new tooth! I tried to take a photo, but I quickly realized that would be impossible. It has barely cut the surface and is razor-sharp. I’ve spent the past two days training Paolo how to not bite me, and I think it’s working. I’m so excited for my little guy, his very first tooth! I just hope the discomfort of this tooth passes quickly: we leave for our trip to Italy in just a few days.
I have a renewed love for the weekend now that I am back to work full time, and now that Giuseppe is not working every Sunday. It is a blessing to wake up not by an alarm, but instead by Paolo’s cooing. On Sunday, I woke up with Paolo staring right at me with giant smile on his face. Paolo is still sleeping in our bed, and it is a panino o’ Paolo, because he sleeps snuggled between the two of us. I love Sundays.
After we all woke up, Giuseppe and I enjoyed a leisurely breakfast consisting primarily of caffe’ lattes. Which I love so much. I had lost the habit of making caffe’ italiano every morning, but since Lidia stayed with us last month, she reignited my love of caffe’ lattes. After our glorious family time, we left the house for San Diego, for a trip to the zoo.
The zoo. The San Diego Zoo is one of Giuseppe’s favorite places, ever. He loooves it. We walked the entire zoo, visiting some places more than once. I think we saw every single animal, and then some twice. (It was a much needed work-out for me; my legs were even sore on Monday.) Zack came to meet us and so did our dear family friend, Dora. It was so nice to relax and spend the entire day outside.
After the zoo, we met up with some great friends from Europe at Bruno’s Pizzeria Napoletano. (Note that the name is grammatically incorrect in Italian…It should be Bruno’s Pizzeria Napoletana. Despite this glaring American take on Italian, the restaurant was quite delicious.) We had no idea that there was an authentic Napoletana pizzeria in San Diego! It was delicious; we were duly impressed. (Zack, you have to stop by for a pizza this week. Take a picture and send it to us!) So we enjoyed a delectable dinner. It was a great ending to our Sunday funday. I love Sundays.
Last month, Paolo received his first sacrament; he was baptised. My parents and brothers came from Hawaii and San Diego, and Giuseppe’s mom and sister flew in from Naples and London to help us to celebrate. We invited a few close friends and relatives, and the celebration it was just perfect. Our priest from St. Joachim Parish speaks Italian and performed the entire sacrament in Italiano. The ceremony was splendid; hearing the sacrament in Giuseppe’s native language was beautiful and very moving for him.
After the ceremony, our entire party drove up to Marina del Rey for the BEST PIZZA EVER. Well, almost ever; the best ever pizza can only be found downtown Napoli. The only authentic Napoletano pizza in southern California can be found at the Antica Pizzeria. We reserved the terrace and feasted on delicious antipasti, pizze margharite, and vino. Oh the vino. It was so delicious. We ordered bottles and bottles of red Italian wine. Good thing my dad had already drank quite a bit of it when he picked up the bill.
Our guests thought that we were a little insane to want to drive up to LA for dinner after church, but we were set on having an authentic Napoletano dinner, and it was so worth it. And everyone was happy and satisfied. It was a fabulous evening.