I have two boys, my first born, Thomas born in 1988 and his son, my grandson, Evan born last year on the same day as my late father 30th January and has recently celebrated his 1st birthday.
They both live in Folgaria in Italy with Oana, his lovely partner and Tommy works in the family hotel Alpen Eghel sometimes in the kitchen sometimes at the bar and out of season doing maintenance to keep the hotel in tip top order. I am VERY proud of him and a word to all mums out there who may worry about their kids
Tommy was never academic, he hated school from the word go, his first exercise books were bubbled with his tears where he refused to do his homework and I had to get him to do it. WAR! We struggled the WHOLE of his school years and even the teachers at his Scuola Alberghiera (Hotel school) were pleased to see the back of him and took a huge sigh of relief as he walked out of their door for the last time. *sigh* there was nothing I could do to make him see that school was fun and a place of learning.
The joker of the class, in fact he has some great long lasting friends, always ready to make everyone laugh and make a fool of himself for that very reason my boy has turned out to be an upright man, a hard worker who is not afraid to one day be painting the hotel balconies to the next working alongside one of the top chefs in Trentino on long 15 hour days in the Christmas season.
He’s an avid reader, he’s well spoken and bilingual, he’s very intelligent and has a vast general knowledge that touches on hundreds of topics I never knew he was interested in. His passions are kite surfing, kite surfing oh and kite surfing and above all his family who he cherishes and works damn hard for.
You got it didn’t you? I love him and am very proud of him
Evan – my newest boy, a little sweetheart who is as good as gold, easy to please, always smiling and you can’t take your eyes off him BUT with a MASSIVE temper should you get something wrong! The one time I babysat for him when his mum and dad took a rare day off to go to London, I made the dreadful mistake of offering some yogurt to him which he clearly didn’t want at that moment and he screamed the house down. What a temper! I ended up putting him in the car to quieten him and it worked, a drive around the streets soothed his bad mood, my frazzled brain and we were friends again but boy can that little man throw one!
However all that said – look at those eyes. You’d forgive him anything wouldn’t you? Pop over to Sticky Fingers to see fellow bloggers celebrating their boys today