<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435</id><updated>2012-01-22T15:44:57.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vittoria's Corner</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474451811858032870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Txd8sCl3IP0/SNWpN6jCUOI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_7KXtML_aMc/S220/Tori.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-5342458726287388848</id><published>2011-11-14T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T21:46:30.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS!! AMICI!!</title><content type='html'>(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, we decided we needed some time away as a family and took some dear friends up at the cabin, before the heavy  winter snowfall would prevent us from driving to it. After a slight obstacle (with my car sliding off the road and going into a ditch)in the beginning, we finally made it to the cabin. It was so relaxing and pretty and sure enjoyed our friends' company. We visited, ATE A LOT, played, went sledding and even four-wheeling (just James, Nate &amp; Giorgio).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questo fine settimana passato, ce ne siamo andati su alla baita in vista di meritato riposo e di poter trascorrere del tempo insieme, e abbiamo portato dei carissimi amici con noi, prima che le nevicate abbondanti dell'inverno ci potessero bloccare. Dopo un leggero ostacolo iniziale (con la mia macchina che scivolando sul ghiaccio e` finita in un piccolo fossato), abbiamo finalmente raggiunto la baita. E` stato davvero rilassante e ci siamo veramente goduti la compagnia dei nostri amici Darlene, Nate, Giorgio &amp; Ornella e i piccoli Neve, Giacomo e Venice. Abbiamo chiacchierato, MANGIATO TANTISSIMO (come al solito), giocato, siamo andati con lo slittino e anche con le quad ( solo James, Nate &amp; Giorgio).&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewGEI2rCXQc/TsHk2qepBiI/AAAAAAAABXk/UCYC57gEiwE/s1600/DSC07614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewGEI2rCXQc/TsHk2qepBiI/AAAAAAAABXk/UCYC57gEiwE/s400/DSC07614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675068633230411298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo &amp; Giacomo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jxbo5lveWyE/TsHi79HiNKI/AAAAAAAABXU/0MU1sr3aK9Q/s1600/DSC07618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jxbo5lveWyE/TsHi79HiNKI/AAAAAAAABXU/0MU1sr3aK9Q/s400/DSC07618.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675066525109859490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo &amp; James)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lS-MPUTD7ls/TsHi7rR_5yI/AAAAAAAABXM/MZK50mJTlag/s1600/DSC07619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lS-MPUTD7ls/TsHi7rR_5yI/AAAAAAAABXM/MZK50mJTlag/s400/DSC07619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675066520321910562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Giorgio &amp; myself pulling Jacomo &amp; Giacomo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ch1HwcP6Ng/TsHi7NlpMdI/AAAAAAAABXA/5fJMwMl3S4g/s1600/DSC07623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ch1HwcP6Ng/TsHi7NlpMdI/AAAAAAAABXA/5fJMwMl3S4g/s400/DSC07623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675066512351244754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-drJZWu760GI/TsH8E1hidWI/AAAAAAAABYU/MjqZFJYPZ5M/s1600/Buon%2BNatale%2B099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-drJZWu760GI/TsH8E1hidWI/AAAAAAAABYU/MjqZFJYPZ5M/s400/Buon%2BNatale%2B099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675094165480961378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vittoria &amp; myself in 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vukcXevnp-A/TsHi62JI1mI/AAAAAAAABWw/deCPP54zj1Y/s1600/DSC07625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vukcXevnp-A/TsHi62JI1mI/AAAAAAAABWw/deCPP54zj1Y/s400/DSC07625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675066506057668194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo of Jacomo &amp; myself kinda reminds me of this one of James &amp; Vittoria taken in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questa foto di Jacomo e la sottoscritta un po` mi ricorda questa di James &amp; Vittoria fatta nel 2006.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-8E2_qFTig/TsH7u-y2mnI/AAAAAAAABYI/-A0lWHyDw7M/s1600/Buon%2BNatale%2B105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-8E2_qFTig/TsH7u-y2mnI/AAAAAAAABYI/-A0lWHyDw7M/s400/Buon%2BNatale%2B105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675093790012381810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vGaeGk6G_D4/TsHi677_SEI/AAAAAAAABWo/2NPKqgA__bM/s1600/DSC07630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vGaeGk6G_D4/TsHi677_SEI/AAAAAAAABWo/2NPKqgA__bM/s400/DSC07630.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675066507613128770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iPfV96ciUxE/TsHh_jTfd0I/AAAAAAAABWc/rRV_gZaxGO4/s1600/DSC07633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iPfV96ciUxE/TsHh_jTfd0I/AAAAAAAABWc/rRV_gZaxGO4/s400/DSC07633.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675065487388538690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-duA6hHIa82Y/TsHh_EOoJ2I/AAAAAAAABWU/bcTGZ9WCAWg/s1600/DSC07636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-duA6hHIa82Y/TsHh_EOoJ2I/AAAAAAAABWU/bcTGZ9WCAWg/s400/DSC07636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675065479046637410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3fCDHjUTYSk/TsHh-5pL8uI/AAAAAAAABWA/o7JKC2ipSkU/s1600/DSC07641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3fCDHjUTYSk/TsHh-5pL8uI/AAAAAAAABWA/o7JKC2ipSkU/s400/DSC07641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675065476205245154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v322oShVM0I/TsHh-SDaszI/AAAAAAAABV4/SVcdXonBLqY/s1600/DSC07642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v322oShVM0I/TsHh-SDaszI/AAAAAAAABV4/SVcdXonBLqY/s400/DSC07642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675065465577845554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Playing is exhausting!! Giocare stanca tantissimo!)&lt;br /&gt;This photo of Jacomo sure reminds me of this one of our sweet Vittoria, taken in the same place, 3 1/2 years later-questa foto di Jacomo mi ricorda tantissimo questa della nostra dolce Vittoria, fatta a 3 anni e mezzo di distanza)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NbiI080QVu0/TsH6ImDUXHI/AAAAAAAABXw/wmjy--4orsg/s1600/DSC00749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NbiI080QVu0/TsH6ImDUXHI/AAAAAAAABXw/wmjy--4orsg/s400/DSC00749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675092031023897714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iH_yda4M4fg/TsHh-Pk7r2I/AAAAAAAABVs/Rfz3ep5JE6s/s1600/DSC07654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iH_yda4M4fg/TsHh-Pk7r2I/AAAAAAAABVs/Rfz3ep5JE6s/s400/DSC07654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675065464913112930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Darlene, Nate, Giorgio &amp; myself, with Neve &amp; Jacomo in the front)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WrLPY9OuXOQ/TsHhVOD-UKI/AAAAAAAABVg/AtFrLCj_M8A/s1600/DSC07670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WrLPY9OuXOQ/TsHhVOD-UKI/AAAAAAAABVg/AtFrLCj_M8A/s400/DSC07670.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675064760131801250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(James saw these cute deer!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-5342458726287388848?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5342458726287388848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/friends-amici.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/5342458726287388848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/5342458726287388848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/friends-amici.html' title='FRIENDS!! AMICI!!'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewGEI2rCXQc/TsHk2qepBiI/AAAAAAAABXk/UCYC57gEiwE/s72-c/DSC07614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-8741013591267508689</id><published>2011-11-05T23:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T21:17:49.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacomo is 3! Jacomo compie 3 anni!</title><content type='html'>(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;I should start this day of Saturday, November 5th, Jacomo's birthday, with the news of the birth of my nephew, Bridger! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inizio questo giorno, sabato 5 novembre, compleanno di Jacomo, con la notizia che e` nato mio nipote Bridger!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting fact about all this is that first of all, Jacomo and Bridger are the only 2 grandsons in James's family, after 12 girls, and then the fact that they were born the same day is mind blowing, especially considering that Jacomo was a scheduled c-section and Bridger was a natural birth.&lt;br /&gt;La cosa interessante e` che prima di tutto Jacomo e Bridger sono gli unici 2 nipoti maschi nella famiglia di James, dopo 12 nipoti femmine, e il fatto che siano nati lo stesso giorno e` davvero incredibile, specialmente se si considera che mentre Jacomo e` nato con parto cesareo programmato, Bridger e` venuto al mondo con parto naturale!&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME INTO OUR FAMILY, BABY BRIDGER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bba4w-HZE_0/TsHeCynQJ2I/AAAAAAAABVU/6VaLOTRDkQA/s1600/Bridger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bba4w-HZE_0/TsHeCynQJ2I/AAAAAAAABVU/6VaLOTRDkQA/s400/Bridger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675061144991049570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o5XP9TdYQfc/TsHXidjlJ6I/AAAAAAAABUU/J3uF9_zcrII/s1600/DSC07475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o5XP9TdYQfc/TsHXidjlJ6I/AAAAAAAABUU/J3uF9_zcrII/s400/DSC07475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675053992512923554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Playing in the snow the morning of his 3rd birthday-a giocare sulla neve la mattina del suo compleanno)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xoG1vyW5ypw/TsHXiOW9grI/AAAAAAAABUM/nlfxujLLBHo/s1600/DSC07481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xoG1vyW5ypw/TsHXiOW9grI/AAAAAAAABUM/nlfxujLLBHo/s400/DSC07481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675053988433461938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo's cake-La torta di Jacomo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sP4DOLUz92A/TsHXhcwlTmI/AAAAAAAABUE/ZlToA79BwXQ/s1600/DSC07482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sP4DOLUz92A/TsHXhcwlTmI/AAAAAAAABUE/ZlToA79BwXQ/s400/DSC07482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675053975119154786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(waiting for friends and family to come-in attesa di amici e parenti)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJDMFW3UiN0/TsHXhCTX2cI/AAAAAAAABTw/UJ_Dcv8yymo/s1600/IMG_0789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJDMFW3UiN0/TsHXhCTX2cI/AAAAAAAABTw/UJ_Dcv8yymo/s400/IMG_0789.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675053968017316290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(so cute!troppo carino!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w1Pt6TSma4w/TsHXg21w21I/AAAAAAAABTo/94m4xovCLSY/s1600/IMG_0792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w1Pt6TSma4w/TsHXg21w21I/AAAAAAAABTo/94m4xovCLSY/s400/IMG_0792.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675053964940335954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(trying to blow out the candle but it's too far-la candelina e` troppo lontana!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7WpX2ar-qU4/TsHWGEIFW0I/AAAAAAAABTY/WNkAYDq0HRg/s1600/DSC07493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7WpX2ar-qU4/TsHWGEIFW0I/AAAAAAAABTY/WNkAYDq0HRg/s400/DSC07493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675052405138742082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(good thing dad comes to the reschue-per fortuna che c'e` papa`)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NjkUJO-5sOo/TsHWFYfyJnI/AAAAAAAABTM/gHawESdaZaI/s1600/IMG_0795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NjkUJO-5sOo/TsHWFYfyJnI/AAAAAAAABTM/gHawESdaZaI/s400/IMG_0795.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675052393426986610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3QKUoIREyLE/TsHWEizISkI/AAAAAAAABTA/NG-BSieG1IY/s1600/DSC07594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3QKUoIREyLE/TsHWEizISkI/AAAAAAAABTA/NG-BSieG1IY/s400/DSC07594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675052379012614722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9MK6jCzF0k/TsHWEDUNMoI/AAAAAAAABS0/wBAyYCExR1U/s1600/DSC07593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9MK6jCzF0k/TsHWEDUNMoI/AAAAAAAABS0/wBAyYCExR1U/s400/DSC07593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675052370561413762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(time for cake with Sharlene &amp; her kids, Grandma, Grandpa, Donata &amp; Morgan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wcAK8WPvg4E/TsHWD7Sg-kI/AAAAAAAABSo/q3HjT8iZdx8/s1600/IMG_0799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wcAK8WPvg4E/TsHWD7Sg-kI/AAAAAAAABSo/q3HjT8iZdx8/s400/IMG_0799.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675052368406837826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LizUmoayxuo/TsHVAbXFEuI/AAAAAAAABSc/EthYp10bYc8/s1600/IMG_0806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LizUmoayxuo/TsHVAbXFEuI/AAAAAAAABSc/EthYp10bYc8/s400/IMG_0806.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675051208784810722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Batcave &amp; Spiderman &amp; Pjs from Grandma &amp; Grandpa-la caverna di Batman e l'uojmo ragno da parte dei genitori di James)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0RZCx8mUOxc/TsHU_5iogzI/AAAAAAAABSQ/qlHRmtaqeP8/s1600/IMG_0808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0RZCx8mUOxc/TsHU_5iogzI/AAAAAAAABSQ/qlHRmtaqeP8/s400/IMG_0808.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675051199706465074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Starscream from Transformers from Uncle Jason,Aunt Joy &amp; cousins Jocelyn &amp; Joelle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p34zRbZN31I/TsHU_EPzk9I/AAAAAAAABSE/IvcoXWCz11o/s1600/IMG_0811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p34zRbZN31I/TsHU_EPzk9I/AAAAAAAABSE/IvcoXWCz11o/s400/IMG_0811.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675051185400419282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bumblebee mask &amp; Bumble robot from Joe &amp; Sharlene &amp; Kids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1I2_pYEZfrE/TsHU-z518FI/AAAAAAAABR0/-Z83EPcnNLQ/s1600/IMG_0812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1I2_pYEZfrE/TsHU-z518FI/AAAAAAAABR0/-Z83EPcnNLQ/s400/IMG_0812.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675051181013332050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ironhide from Transformers from Carrie &amp; Morgan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M07JZCDyCUw/TsHU-j_C11I/AAAAAAAABRs/RCCMwSSNMyM/s1600/IMG_0814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M07JZCDyCUw/TsHU-j_C11I/AAAAAAAABRs/RCCMwSSNMyM/s400/IMG_0814.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675051176740181842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Moose Pajamas from Uncle Luke, Aunt Mary &amp; cousins Tianna &amp; Adelia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n2Xb6jcjQTM/TsHUCEA2ToI/AAAAAAAABRg/3m3_X47Dn1o/s1600/IMG_0815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n2Xb6jcjQTM/TsHUCEA2ToI/AAAAAAAABRg/3m3_X47Dn1o/s400/IMG_0815.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675050137365663362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Spiderman t-shirt from Uncle Andy-maglietta dell'uomo ragno da parte di zio Andrea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L4M29n3w2D4/TsHUBznXXhI/AAAAAAAABRU/xCqx5o7XsTc/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L4M29n3w2D4/TsHUBznXXhI/AAAAAAAABRU/xCqx5o7XsTc/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675050132963810834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(castle playhouse &amp; a dvd from Nonno Giulio &amp; Nonna Anna-il castello e un dvd da parte di nonno Giulio e nonna Anna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oKgsIEAi3to/TsHUA9mcltI/AAAAAAAABRM/FuFq8Z3CzKs/s1600/IMG_0823b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oKgsIEAi3to/TsHUA9mcltI/AAAAAAAABRM/FuFq8Z3CzKs/s400/IMG_0823b.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675050118464444114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(our gift to Jacomo-il nostro regalo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PRTjZBhbqxw/TsHUArr_E4I/AAAAAAAABQ4/C8avk-HF_cs/s1600/untitled2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PRTjZBhbqxw/TsHUArr_E4I/AAAAAAAABQ4/C8avk-HF_cs/s400/untitled2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675050113655837570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Spiderman fleece blanket "Grandma" Judy helped me make for Jacomo-la coperta in pile per Jacomo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6cbir50dwec/TsHUATGGH6I/AAAAAAAABQw/tEE0FQbwAQs/s1600/IMG_0829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6cbir50dwec/TsHUATGGH6I/AAAAAAAABQw/tEE0FQbwAQs/s400/IMG_0829.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675050107054464930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E5i9zpcp8-w/TsHYNgY8l4I/AAAAAAAABUw/ogd3IuV3hD0/s1600/DSC07612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E5i9zpcp8-w/TsHYNgY8l4I/AAAAAAAABUw/ogd3IuV3hD0/s400/DSC07612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675054732008003458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(playing with his new toys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wt3oUSXAUJ4/TsHYNXZWPPI/AAAAAAAABUk/a_ORXLs4nmw/s1600/DSC07610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wt3oUSXAUJ4/TsHYNXZWPPI/AAAAAAAABUk/a_ORXLs4nmw/s400/DSC07610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675054729593765106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the CARS scooter is a gift from Jimmy &amp; Donata and their family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everybody left, we headed to eat some pizza with our dear friend Donata and her whole family! An awesome and yummy way to end this special day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dopo che tutti sono andati via, siamo andati a mangiare la pizza con la nostra cara amica Donata e la sua famiglia! Un ottimo modo per finire questa giornata cosi` speciale!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5pGou8keaAs/TsHYO6F5BEI/AAAAAAAABVI/M5nNrCRvLR8/s1600/DSC07574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5pGou8keaAs/TsHYO6F5BEI/AAAAAAAABVI/M5nNrCRvLR8/s400/DSC07574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675054756087268418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fgA1wAEtpWQ/TsHYN0cr_DI/AAAAAAAABU8/Nc7pOkohYtw/s1600/DSC07573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fgA1wAEtpWQ/TsHYN0cr_DI/AAAAAAAABU8/Nc7pOkohYtw/s400/DSC07573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675054737392401458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUONA LA PIZZA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all those that came and those who have sent wishes and gifts! Your love and generosity are so very appreciated!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grazie a tutti coloro che sono venuti e a colori che non potendo essere presenti hanno mandato i loro auguri e regali! Il vostro affetto e generosita` sono sinceramente apprezzati!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-8741013591267508689?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8741013591267508689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/jacomo-is-3-jacomo-compie-3-anni.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/8741013591267508689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/8741013591267508689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/jacomo-is-3-jacomo-compie-3-anni.html' title='Jacomo is 3! Jacomo compie 3 anni!'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bba4w-HZE_0/TsHeCynQJ2I/AAAAAAAABVU/6VaLOTRDkQA/s72-c/Bridger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-5818186820760861215</id><published>2011-10-27T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T18:49:57.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;We started out the month of October with a trip to Gardner Village, decorated in Halloween theme for the holiday. We took Vittoria's best friend, B. and her little brother L. to go see the witches and decorations with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All'inizio del mese di ottobre abbiamo portato Jacomo, la migliore amica di Vittoria, B. e suo fratello piu` piccolo L. al Gardner Village, decorato per l'occasione per Halloween.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wVKrtR50KJM/TsHCSZrtyiI/AAAAAAAABO4/AMBZaxU8jzs/s1600/DSC07420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wVKrtR50KJM/TsHCSZrtyiI/AAAAAAAABO4/AMBZaxU8jzs/s400/DSC07420.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675030626851211810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kQkiuGrFPdQ/TsHCR88dUsI/AAAAAAAABOs/nb9oYpMenLY/s1600/DSC07421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kQkiuGrFPdQ/TsHCR88dUsI/AAAAAAAABOs/nb9oYpMenLY/s400/DSC07421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675030619136807618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JZX3PVmJsIY/TsHCRmVo4ZI/AAAAAAAABOg/Sc1vqA-3aZ4/s1600/DSC07425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JZX3PVmJsIY/TsHCRmVo4ZI/AAAAAAAABOg/Sc1vqA-3aZ4/s400/DSC07425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675030613068407186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lxChSRvTSgE/TqmwxC8I58I/AAAAAAAABMY/zaqLUaF-zB0/s1600/DSC07424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lxChSRvTSgE/TqmwxC8I58I/AAAAAAAABMY/zaqLUaF-zB0/s400/DSC07424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668255962671671234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weekends later, we went to the cabin with our dearest friends and their kids. We had an awesome time together, riding four-wheelers, horses, talking and playing and of course eating! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un paio di weekend dopo, siamo andati alla baita con i nostri cari amici e i loro figli. Siamo stati benissimo insieme, con giri sulle quad, a cavallo, e tra una chiacchera e l'altra, abbiamo mangiato tantissimo, come al solito!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAPlpEkN5-4/TqmwwzkpD-I/AAAAAAAABMI/4sFlPQE0oMA/s1600/DSC07432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAPlpEkN5-4/TqmwwzkpD-I/AAAAAAAABMI/4sFlPQE0oMA/s400/DSC07432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668255958546583522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo &amp; B.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-roG0Uap3q4I/Tqmww4qTVdI/AAAAAAAABMA/Xnp-r0y9gw8/s1600/DSC07437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-roG0Uap3q4I/Tqmww4qTVdI/AAAAAAAABMA/Xnp-r0y9gw8/s400/DSC07437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668255959912502738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L. &amp; Jacomo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D4be7CePGi0/Tqmv5abr-nI/AAAAAAAABLo/HUrqxnO551A/s1600/DSC07439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D4be7CePGi0/Tqmv5abr-nI/AAAAAAAABLo/HUrqxnO551A/s400/DSC07439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668255006905334386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jqx9Yeke2ZE/Tqmv5Let9pI/AAAAAAAABLc/j3VClMRW63I/s1600/DSC07440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jqx9Yeke2ZE/Tqmv5Let9pI/AAAAAAAABLc/j3VClMRW63I/s400/DSC07440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668255002891515538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sCKUA6DPnqU/Tqmv4l8Q82I/AAAAAAAABLQ/lkWJEMcIUmg/s1600/DSC07446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sCKUA6DPnqU/Tqmv4l8Q82I/AAAAAAAABLQ/lkWJEMcIUmg/s400/DSC07446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668254992814895970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s9c7XSWsXKw/TqmwYc-7iWI/AAAAAAAABL0/H_xCUiTJBEU/s1600/DSC07452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s9c7XSWsXKw/TqmwYc-7iWI/AAAAAAAABL0/H_xCUiTJBEU/s400/DSC07452.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668255540165970274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo &amp; B. riding horses-Jacomo &amp; B. a cavallo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QeyY0PhoAF8/TsHK1b-GmUI/AAAAAAAABP0/T6OhaziCmhA/s1600/DSC07430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QeyY0PhoAF8/TsHK1b-GmUI/AAAAAAAABP0/T6OhaziCmhA/s400/DSC07430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675040024853649730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chief needed a hug-Chief il cavallo aveva bisogno di un abbraccio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxob9ZWxrgQ/TqmvkuJxRbI/AAAAAAAABLE/pB9QAEDkFRA/s1600/DSC07454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxob9ZWxrgQ/TqmvkuJxRbI/AAAAAAAABLE/pB9QAEDkFRA/s400/DSC07454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668254651421640114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this vacation is tiring-questa vacanza stanca parecchio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before Halloween, Jacomo spent 4 days with James' parents and he had a blast. He helped Grandpa on the farm, hung out with Grandma at the house, and played really hard with his cousins, especially with Harley and Jocelyn and Joelle. So, one day he stayed at Aunt Joy's and played in the backyard with Jocelyn. I love these pictures of these two, they look like they had a very fun time together. Thank you Joy for taking these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poco prima di Halloween, Jacomo ha trascorso 4 giorni con i genitori di James e si e` divertito parecchio. Ha aiutato Grandpa alla fattoria, ha tracorso il tempo con Grandma, e ha giocato tantissimo con le cuginette, specialmente Harley, Jocelyn e Joelle. Un pomeriggio e` rimasto a casa di zia Joy e ha giocato in giardino con Jocelyn. Queste foto mi piacciono tantissimo, e si vede che si sono divertiti insieme. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v9F2CPm6gDk/TsHRVLiKOEI/AAAAAAAABQk/UzGKzwsh9Ug/s1600/IMG_2617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v9F2CPm6gDk/TsHRVLiKOEI/AAAAAAAABQk/UzGKzwsh9Ug/s400/IMG_2617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675047167267059778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kfEyAOn2Pdk/TsHRACqr5cI/AAAAAAAABQM/4QJgVIgd3nI/s1600/IMG_2618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kfEyAOn2Pdk/TsHRACqr5cI/AAAAAAAABQM/4QJgVIgd3nI/s400/IMG_2618.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675046804109649346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvcKXqaASOY/TsHQ_z7Xm0I/AAAAAAAABQA/4Wpsemqjkcw/s1600/IMG_2619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvcKXqaASOY/TsHQ_z7Xm0I/AAAAAAAABQA/4Wpsemqjkcw/s400/IMG_2619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675046800153090882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQiIfqEOTKM/TqmvkUHZdbI/AAAAAAAABK4/e6shvqrjVnI/s1600/DSC07456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQiIfqEOTKM/TqmvkUHZdbI/AAAAAAAABK4/e6shvqrjVnI/s400/DSC07456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668254644432369074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Halloween afternoon, Jacomo all dressed up like a cowboy, started trick-or-treating around the neighborhood. It had been  warm day all day but Jacomo, recovering from a 102.4 fever of the day before, was done after barely 6 homes, so we made our way home, just to find out that he had a little bit of temperature again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il pomeriggio di Halloween, Jacomo tutto vestito da cowboy, ha iniziato il suo giro di dolcetto-o-scherzetto per il vicinato. Per tutto il giorno abbiamo avuto una temperatura calda, ma Jacomo, reduce da una febbre a 39 del giorno prima, non se l'e` sentita piu` di continuare, cosi` dopo aver visitato 6 case, siamo tornati a casa, con Jacomo di nuovo con un po` di febbre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_8FTZ5uNj94/TsHDMBNMgHI/AAAAAAAABPo/0SLh_-vfp48/s1600/DSC07461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_8FTZ5uNj94/TsHDMBNMgHI/AAAAAAAABPo/0SLh_-vfp48/s400/DSC07461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675031616713162866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XVi9cQoHKMk/TsHDLVdROYI/AAAAAAAABPc/NDU28OXB1QU/s1600/DSC07468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XVi9cQoHKMk/TsHDLVdROYI/AAAAAAAABPc/NDU28OXB1QU/s400/DSC07468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675031604969421186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tx1nBYEqh9U/TsHDK2F8J9I/AAAAAAAABPQ/VMh_P-73pBI/s1600/DSC07469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tx1nBYEqh9U/TsHDK2F8J9I/AAAAAAAABPQ/VMh_P-73pBI/s400/DSC07469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675031596550072274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f4ZXStK6UuA/TsHDKiw13dI/AAAAAAAABPE/YtVucFSkqVY/s1600/DSC07471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f4ZXStK6UuA/TsHDKiw13dI/AAAAAAAABPE/YtVucFSkqVY/s400/DSC07471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675031591361306066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS we were walking around, I saw a couple of kids barely older than our son, accompanied by their older sisters, and of course my thoughts went straight to our sweet daughter wondering what Vittoria would have dressed up like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mentre camminavamo, ho notato un paio di bambini poco piu` grandi di Jacomo, accompagnati dalle sorelle piu` grandi e ovviamente  i miei pensieri si sono spostati subito sulla nostra dolce bimba. Mi sono chiesta da che cosa si sarebbe mascherata Vittoria&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-5818186820760861215?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5818186820760861215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/5818186820760861215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/5818186820760861215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-2011.html' title='Halloween 2011'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wVKrtR50KJM/TsHCSZrtyiI/AAAAAAAABO4/AMBZaxU8jzs/s72-c/DSC07420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-2118666180311995508</id><published>2011-10-16T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T19:49:11.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26 Months-26 Mesi</title><content type='html'>(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, Jacomo and I were able to make it to the cemetery before heading up to the cabin to meet up with James. Since it's fall, we made sure that our sweet Vittoria has some fall flowers, of course, and we added a little scarecrow doll since Halloween is fast approaching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lo scorso weekend, Jacomo ed io siamo riusciti a fermarci al cimitero prima di avviarci alla baita per ritrovarci con James. Con l'arrivo dell'autunno, abbiamo deciso che anche i fiori di Vittoria si intonito alla stagione, aggiungendo pure una bambolina spaventapasseri, visto che tra circa un paio di settimane sara` Halloween.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mgIVGKi_akU/TpuP1SUe-gI/AAAAAAAABKo/F23EtZSbSTE/s1600/DSC07346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mgIVGKi_akU/TpuP1SUe-gI/AAAAAAAABKo/F23EtZSbSTE/s400/DSC07346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664279101962123778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been gone 26 months today, and still not a second of my day goes by that I don't think of her, miss her and wish she was here. My heart hurts as much as the first day and I don't think it will ever get any easier, but somehow the heartache becomes part of your life, of who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sono passati gia` 26 mesi, ma non c'e` un secondo della mia giornata che non la penso, che mi manca e che vorrei che fosse qui con noi. Il mio cuore piange come l primo giorno e non penso che questo dolore si attenuera` mai, diventa parte della tua vita e della persona che si diventa .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_U5o2Rb1qd4/TpuP0p1p7WI/AAAAAAAABKU/jcnXrBRQ05o/s1600/DSC07351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_U5o2Rb1qd4/TpuP0p1p7WI/AAAAAAAABKU/jcnXrBRQ05o/s400/DSC07351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664279091095399778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always loved the mountains, but interesting enough since Vittoria's passing, I look at them differently, really appreciating their beauty, the calmness and the quiet, almost like an heavenly place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ho sempre amato le montagne, ma dalla scomparsa di Vittoria adesso piu` di prima, le guardo sotto una luce diversa, apprezzandone la bellezza, la calma e la pace che trasmettono, quasi fossero un piccolo paradiso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CE9E6xBfAos/TpuP0a3slFI/AAAAAAAABKE/WjF1oiLpUGc/s1600/DSC07353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CE9E6xBfAos/TpuP0a3slFI/AAAAAAAABKE/WjF1oiLpUGc/s400/DSC07353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664279087077430354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this dear not far from our cabin and for the longest time it just stared at me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ho trovato questo cervo che passeggiava non lontano dalla baita e per un'eternita` mi ha fissato intensamente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gxtSgO3-uYU/TpuP0NYZRGI/AAAAAAAABJ4/DM7AGQS4C7E/s1600/DSC07354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gxtSgO3-uYU/TpuP0NYZRGI/AAAAAAAABJ4/DM7AGQS4C7E/s400/DSC07354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664279083456480354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uWVcQPZ6e6c/TpuPfBIUPfI/AAAAAAAABJo/Jdqs-Twi02o/s1600/DSC07356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uWVcQPZ6e6c/TpuPfBIUPfI/AAAAAAAABJo/Jdqs-Twi02o/s400/DSC07356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664278719390563826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall has reached the mountains too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L'autunno e` arrivato pure sulle montagne..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Poqwe-p0HKs/TpuPe4fQVXI/AAAAAAAABJg/DR6Bd3D1djw/s1600/DSC07394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Poqwe-p0HKs/TpuPe4fQVXI/AAAAAAAABJg/DR6Bd3D1djw/s400/DSC07394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664278717070857586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Jacomo finally got to wear the cowboy vest that Aunt Diana &amp; Uncle Bruce gave him some time ago, and I think he looks rather handsome in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finalmente oggi Jacomo ha indossato il gilet da cowboy che zia Diana &amp; zio Bruce gli hanno regalato un po` di tempo fa e devo dire che fa proprio un bel figurino!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-2118666180311995508?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2118666180311995508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/26-months-26-mesi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/2118666180311995508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/2118666180311995508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/26-months-26-mesi.html' title='26 Months-26 Mesi'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mgIVGKi_akU/TpuP1SUe-gI/AAAAAAAABKo/F23EtZSbSTE/s72-c/DSC07346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-3179347527383502346</id><published>2011-09-26T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T17:04:25.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Trip-Vacanza in autunno</title><content type='html'>(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;Well, the 2-day stay we had planned so we could attend Grandpa Justice's funeral, turned into an &lt;strong&gt;unexpected&lt;/strong&gt; 3-day trip to the mountains with James' parents and sister Mary and her kids. After getting warm clothes and food ready to go, we embarked on a 2 hour drive to (what seemed to me) the middle of nowhere. But what a pretty sight, the trees already changing colors, you could smell fall in the air, and with the temperature reached 32 F at night, I was glad we had a roof over our heads. It was very relaxing and peaceful to be in the mountains, Jacomo had a blast, and would crash one second after hitting the pillow. We ate some really yummy food and just enjoyed each others' company, even though the second night I got woken up by coyotes yapping and howling not far from our trailers. That was indeed a restless night for a big city girl like me... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il programma di restare per 2 giorni in Price per attendere il funerale di Grandpa Justice, improvvisamente si e` allungato di altri 3 giorni che avremmo trascorso nelle montagne con i genitori di James e sua sorella Mary con le figlie. Dopo aver provveduto al cibo e vestiti invernali, ci siamo imbarcati in un viaggio di 2 ore verso (quello che e` sembrato a me) la terra di nessuno. Ma lo spettacolo era mozzafiato, con gli alberi gia`con i colori autunnali, l'odore dell'inverno in arrivo e temperature sotto zero la notte e grata di avere un tetto sopra la testa. E` stato incredibilmente rilassante e quieto, Jacomo si e` divertito molto anche se poi la sera appena la testa toccava il cuscino, cadeva in catalesse. Abbiamo mangiato alla grande e siamo stati in buona compagnia, anche se poi la seconda notte, sono stata svegliata dal guaire e l'ululare di alcuni coyote non lontano dalle nostre roulotte. Confesso che e` stata una notte piuttosto agitata per una persona di citta` come me... :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mFZTdSpRnI8/ToDsip8SjLI/AAAAAAAABGI/4v9KbawDkMo/s1600/DSC07340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mFZTdSpRnI8/ToDsip8SjLI/AAAAAAAABGI/4v9KbawDkMo/s400/DSC07340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656781212095777970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(With cousins Adelia &amp; Tianna getting ready for our trip-con le cugine Adelia &amp; Tianna pronti per il viaggio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KTIDiBSIk9k/ToDsiFdfD_I/AAAAAAAABGA/Ma-E5eeb8R8/s1600/DSC07223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KTIDiBSIk9k/ToDsiFdfD_I/AAAAAAAABGA/Ma-E5eeb8R8/s400/DSC07223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656781202302898162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ii_2lieI0Xw/ToDsTrkLk6I/AAAAAAAABF4/vCU85H7xOfc/s1600/DSC07226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ii_2lieI0Xw/ToDsTrkLk6I/AAAAAAAABF4/vCU85H7xOfc/s400/DSC07226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656780954833490850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(our campbase-il nostro campo base)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c7RH9rfpCpo/ToDsTQLzoyI/AAAAAAAABFw/vqWIxPxSMR8/s1600/DSC07229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c7RH9rfpCpo/ToDsTQLzoyI/AAAAAAAABFw/vqWIxPxSMR8/s400/DSC07229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656780947483501346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u6zQYjLPq-0/ToDsTEls1eI/AAAAAAAABFo/ovrH5F3Q28k/s1600/DSC07233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u6zQYjLPq-0/ToDsTEls1eI/AAAAAAAABFo/ovrH5F3Q28k/s400/DSC07233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656780944370882018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ewrnYU4BAbE/ToDr7JtOIwI/AAAAAAAABFY/oypmI5L8uoQ/s1600/DSC07276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ewrnYU4BAbE/ToDr7JtOIwI/AAAAAAAABFY/oypmI5L8uoQ/s400/DSC07276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656780533427741442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwGCrMwzShc/ToDr6-sARTI/AAAAAAAABFQ/JgLTkE-ycOA/s1600/DSC07277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwGCrMwzShc/ToDr6-sARTI/AAAAAAAABFQ/JgLTkE-ycOA/s400/DSC07277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656780530469848370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m_cXOSVBPlQ/ToDr6xKldeI/AAAAAAAABFI/Yez1RJkH2gk/s1600/DSC07278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m_cXOSVBPlQ/ToDr6xKldeI/AAAAAAAABFI/Yez1RJkH2gk/s400/DSC07278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656780526840018402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9KpkZhACEA/ToDr6naQiiI/AAAAAAAABFA/SwS0KKEsiOo/s1600/DSC07282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9KpkZhACEA/ToDr6naQiiI/AAAAAAAABFA/SwS0KKEsiOo/s400/DSC07282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656780524221401634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2tro7BuwaE/ToDrikMEgVI/AAAAAAAABE4/j6Paa_qJMT4/s1600/DSC07286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2tro7BuwaE/ToDrikMEgVI/AAAAAAAABE4/j6Paa_qJMT4/s400/DSC07286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656780111039725906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3A3OwCnlsHE/ToDriDtoZvI/AAAAAAAABEw/8jzWGg2tgUw/s1600/DSC07314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3A3OwCnlsHE/ToDriDtoZvI/AAAAAAAABEw/8jzWGg2tgUw/s400/DSC07314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656780102322120434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pmyLUe0P4nc/ToDriBG7ozI/AAAAAAAABEo/Qy7Wo1cmmeU/s1600/DSC07315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pmyLUe0P4nc/ToDriBG7ozI/AAAAAAAABEo/Qy7Wo1cmmeU/s400/DSC07315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656780101622932274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YW5Uzc8cvDI/ToDrh_4KmoI/AAAAAAAABEg/-NVQ0slonGE/s1600/DSC07319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YW5Uzc8cvDI/ToDrh_4KmoI/AAAAAAAABEg/-NVQ0slonGE/s400/DSC07319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656780101292563074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-htVTKy3ESMQ/ToDrI7tS_WI/AAAAAAAABEY/Emt5pWlHA9E/s1600/DSC07326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-htVTKy3ESMQ/ToDrI7tS_WI/AAAAAAAABEY/Emt5pWlHA9E/s400/DSC07326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656779670676503906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-blJzk2w8s/ToDrIjmQTII/AAAAAAAABEQ/9QJ2_XV-0vA/s1600/DSC07330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-blJzk2w8s/ToDrIjmQTII/AAAAAAAABEQ/9QJ2_XV-0vA/s400/DSC07330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656779664204516482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-3179347527383502346?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3179347527383502346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/fall-trip-vacanza-in-autunno.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/3179347527383502346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/3179347527383502346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/fall-trip-vacanza-in-autunno.html' title='Fall Trip-Vacanza in autunno'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mFZTdSpRnI8/ToDsip8SjLI/AAAAAAAABGI/4v9KbawDkMo/s72-c/DSC07340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-7428808818100622812</id><published>2011-09-16T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T16:40:56.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Months-25 Mesi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e9sU0eYI9L4/To43jeMXKZI/AAAAAAAABJQ/LxR3zzvUpOQ/s1600/vitt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e9sU0eYI9L4/To43jeMXKZI/AAAAAAAABJQ/LxR3zzvUpOQ/s400/vitt2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660522864191154578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      OUR SWEET GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;This month I got to the cemetery a little bit later than the 16th and needless to say all her fresh flowers we brought to her on her birthday were all dead. So I cleaned up and put the usual silk purple flowers that will stand the heat of these days. I didn't take any pictures this time, instead I'm posting some photos I took of our trip up to the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUesto mese sono riuscita ad andare al cimitero anche se un po` piu` tardi del 16 e infatti tutti i fiori freschi che le avevamo portato per il compleanno erano praticamente disintegrati dal caldo afoso di agosto, cosi` dopo una bella ripulita le ho messo i soliti fiori viola (finti) che almeno non appassiscono dall'afa. Non avendo fatto nessuna foto al cimitero, per questo mese posto delle foto fatte durante il nostro soggiorno alla baita in montagna.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j-v_R82iwt0/To41LeChdaI/AAAAAAAABJI/pr2RirwwefY/s1600/DSC07049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j-v_R82iwt0/To41LeChdaI/AAAAAAAABJI/pr2RirwwefY/s400/DSC07049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660520252809770402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(with cousin Natalia- con la cugina Natalia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zku7Qa9rgAY/To41LOQD7GI/AAAAAAAABJA/CNz_9CblVFU/s1600/DSC07050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zku7Qa9rgAY/To41LOQD7GI/AAAAAAAABJA/CNz_9CblVFU/s400/DSC07050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660520248571587682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(waiting to saddle the horses-in attesa di sellare i cavalli)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rA8qnF7ryDI/To41KnelPgI/AAAAAAAABI4/MvGUIR4L1tY/s1600/DSC07055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rA8qnF7ryDI/To41KnelPgI/AAAAAAAABI4/MvGUIR4L1tY/s400/DSC07055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660520238163508738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(with cousin Payton-con la cugina Payton)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2uN9svYO_30/To404dGKGNI/AAAAAAAABIw/m_t4cZsGuJw/s1600/DSC07063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2uN9svYO_30/To404dGKGNI/AAAAAAAABIw/m_t4cZsGuJw/s400/DSC07063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660519926139066578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo with cousins Harley, Camryn &amp; Pyper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HIC0lkjO0QM/To404FYDiuI/AAAAAAAABIo/et9qpjB-ZRM/s1600/DSC07073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HIC0lkjO0QM/To404FYDiuI/AAAAAAAABIo/et9qpjB-ZRM/s400/DSC07073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660519919771683554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo &amp; Pyper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wz7kTL-4Tq8/To4035mhGjI/AAAAAAAABIg/BFh5Sgh98wc/s1600/DSC07086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wz7kTL-4Tq8/To4035mhGjI/AAAAAAAABIg/BFh5Sgh98wc/s400/DSC07086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660519916611115570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ready to go fishing-pronto per andare a pescare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fg9pGPEO1Fw/To403217XrI/AAAAAAAABIY/rCgPK2oS5Qc/s1600/DSC07091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fg9pGPEO1Fw/To403217XrI/AAAAAAAABIY/rCgPK2oS5Qc/s400/DSC07091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660519915870445234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S4pO9ZRfdvA/To40WOkioDI/AAAAAAAABIQ/6Lyl3RupRdk/s1600/DSC07128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S4pO9ZRfdvA/To40WOkioDI/AAAAAAAABIQ/6Lyl3RupRdk/s400/DSC07128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660519338124419122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(reading Vittoria's books in her bedroom- intento a leggere i libri di Vittoria nella stanza della sorella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ppfvOATIOAM/To40V8YnI8I/AAAAAAAABII/buGfBAmN2uA/s1600/DSC07134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ppfvOATIOAM/To40V8YnI8I/AAAAAAAABII/buGfBAmN2uA/s400/DSC07134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660519333242545090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(with a puppy-con un cucciolo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, on the anniversary of Vittoria's passing this month, we lost a member of our extended family.&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU, GRANDPA JUSTICE!!!! THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h4aSEnbHFZQ/To48YzzXrcI/AAAAAAAABJY/KKpRBcE9_aw/s1600/thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h4aSEnbHFZQ/To48YzzXrcI/AAAAAAAABJY/KKpRBcE9_aw/s400/thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660528178571488706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-7428808818100622812?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7428808818100622812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/25-months-25-mesi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/7428808818100622812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/7428808818100622812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/25-months-25-mesi.html' title='25 Months-25 Mesi'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e9sU0eYI9L4/To43jeMXKZI/AAAAAAAABJQ/LxR3zzvUpOQ/s72-c/vitt2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-5089979655505764645</id><published>2011-08-23T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T15:54:12.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 23, 2011- 23 Agosto 2011</title><content type='html'>(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;Today would have been Vittoria's 10th Birthday. My mind hasn't stopped wondering the past day and especially today what our Vittoria would be like... I know she would be taller, I imagine her not as skinny with longer curly hair, but with same big brown eyes and sweet smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oggi Vittoria avrebbe compiuto 10 anni. In questi giorni passati e soprattutto oggi, non riesco a non pensare a che tipo di persona la nostra Vittoria sarebbe oggi...di sicuro piu` alta, la immagino un po` piu` in carne con capelli ricci piu` lunghi, ma con gli stessi grandi occhi marroni e dolce sorriso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at the cemetery with some family and close friends to do the traditional balloon lunch at 5:46 pm, time of her birth. I love how green and clean everything is in August, and the flowers decorating the graves all around the cemetery make it not so gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ci siamo ritrovati al cimitero con parenti e amici stretti per il tradizionale lancio dei palloncini alle 17:46, ora della sua nascita. Mi piace guardarmi intorno e vedere tutto questo verde e i tanti fiori che adornano le tombe rendendo tutto meno deprimente e tetro.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R2zuIDQbvt4/To4jfoKyp2I/AAAAAAAABIA/SnoXU_aQKXc/s1600/DSC06976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R2zuIDQbvt4/To4jfoKyp2I/AAAAAAAABIA/SnoXU_aQKXc/s400/DSC06976.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660500807916889954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fresh flowers from the 4 grandparents, family memnbers and friends near and far-Fiori freschi da parte dei 4 nonni, parenti ed amici, vicini e lontani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-voMR5mp1xns/To4jfantyyI/AAAAAAAABH4/mXcju9NkgRY/s1600/DSC06978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-voMR5mp1xns/To4jfantyyI/AAAAAAAABH4/mXcju9NkgRY/s400/DSC06978.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660500804280109858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Slightly tense-leggermente tesa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mJLcaW9ieKY/To4iXbcwY3I/AAAAAAAABHY/9FpL0RdVy_k/s1600/DSC06980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mJLcaW9ieKY/To4iXbcwY3I/AAAAAAAABHY/9FpL0RdVy_k/s400/DSC06980.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660499567551996786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(getting ready for the launch-pronti al lancio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h3Gl9O5xqhI/To4iXGwfvgI/AAAAAAAABHQ/wU2mTw_rqYk/s1600/DSC06982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h3Gl9O5xqhI/To4iXGwfvgI/AAAAAAAABHQ/wU2mTw_rqYk/s400/DSC06982.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660499561997647362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tdNyZiSATG4/To4iW-fU4OI/AAAAAAAABHI/UmRDaUc5yPw/s1600/DSC06984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tdNyZiSATG4/To4iW-fU4OI/AAAAAAAABHI/UmRDaUc5yPw/s400/DSC06984.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660499559778148578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo &amp; cousins-Jacomo &amp; cugine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CoMAPsiCYeg/To4iBpHdRJI/AAAAAAAABG4/GbgFXWJI9Po/s1600/DSC06992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CoMAPsiCYeg/To4iBpHdRJI/AAAAAAAABG4/GbgFXWJI9Po/s400/DSC06992.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660499193263637650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we launched the purple, pink and lavender ballons, we stayed for a while, hugging, crying, talking and visiting with our family and friends. We watched the ballons go higher and higher until they almost disappeared. There was just a slight breeze to carry them away all together until we could not see them anymore. After a little while, I'm not even sure how long, somebody pointed to a spot in the sky right above Vittoria's grave. We all looked up and sure enough there was ONE SIGLE BALLOON hovering right above us. We searched for the other ones, but they were all gone. I don't know what everybody thought at that moment, and I'm not even sure what people reading this would think, but this is what I believe: I believe that just like the sprinklers turning on her 8th birthday, this is a sign from her, she "brought" back a ballon to let her dad and I know that she is watching over us and she is always with us. With tears in my eyes, I whispered my love to my baby girl and wished I could have hugged that ballon. It stayed over us for a little bit longer and then slowly flew away. I watched it until disappeared and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dopo aver lanciato i palloncini rosa, viola e color lavanda, siamo rimasti li`, a chiacchierare, ad abbracciarci e a piangere con i nostri parenti ed amici. Abbiamo continuato a guardare i palloncini volare sempre piu` in alto fino a quando sono quasai scomparsi. Dopo un po`, non so neanche quanto, qualcuno ha indicato un punto nel cielo proprio sopra la tomba di Vittoria. Abbiamo alzato lo sguardo verso il cielo e scorto UN SOLO PALLONCINO sospeso in aria sopra di noi. Ci siamo guardati intorno per vedere se pure gli altri erano in giro, ma erano tutti volati gia` via. Non so cosa gli altri intorno a me abbiano pensato e di sicuro non so cosa penseranno le persone che leggeranno questo, ma questo e` quello che IO CREDO: credo che come gli irrigatori nel giorno del suo ottavo compleanno, questo e` un segno da parte sua, lei ha "riportato" un palloncino per farci sapere che lei continua a vegliare su di noi ed e` sempre con noi. Con lacrime che scendevano copiosamente, ho sussurrato il mio amore alla mia bimba e avrei certo coluto abbracciare quel palloncino. E` rimasto sopra di noi per un qualche altro minuto e poi lentamente e volato via. L'ho fissato fino a quando non e` scomparso e siamo tornati a casa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvO3Q4_cRLw/To4iBY5b1MI/AAAAAAAABGw/xWPI4L5hQF0/s1600/DSC06998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvO3Q4_cRLw/To4iBY5b1MI/AAAAAAAABGw/xWPI4L5hQF0/s400/DSC06998.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660499188909855938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( handmade charms from Aunt Tori &amp; Uncle Garth &amp; girls-portafortuna fatti a mano da zia Tori &amp; zio Garth &amp; le figlie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWhYDXJNI_I/To4iBP5l_LI/AAAAAAAABGo/szm5F_m0WTA/s1600/DSC07000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWhYDXJNI_I/To4iBP5l_LI/AAAAAAAABGo/szm5F_m0WTA/s400/DSC07000.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660499186494602418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a beautiful rose for Vittoria from our neighbor-Una bellissima rosa per Vittoria dai nostri vicini)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RKMTtvJfXro/To4iAy-Zy3I/AAAAAAAABGg/I8AdzrpJS9c/s1600/DSC07002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RKMTtvJfXro/To4iAy-Zy3I/AAAAAAAABGg/I8AdzrpJS9c/s400/DSC07002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660499178730146674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a gorgeous bouquet for Vittoria from Morgan and her mom Carrie-un bouquet meraviglioso per Vittoria da parte di Morgan e la sua mamma Carrie)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-5089979655505764645?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5089979655505764645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-23-2011-23-agosto-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/5089979655505764645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/5089979655505764645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-23-2011-23-agosto-2011.html' title='August 23, 2011- 23 Agosto 2011'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R2zuIDQbvt4/To4jfoKyp2I/AAAAAAAABIA/SnoXU_aQKXc/s72-c/DSC06976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-6869088745769942509</id><published>2011-08-16T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T21:08:35.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 16, 2011- 16 Agosto 2011</title><content type='html'>(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;2 Years!!! Really?? Where did time go? I just can't believe it, and if it wasn't for the calendar marking the days going by, it still feels like yesterday to me. These past weeks, I have been reliving those long days at the hospital, every single up and down we endured, surgery after surgery, waiting and praying for a miracle, making bargains with the Lord to heal our daughter and give her back to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ancora non riesco a credere che siano gia` passati 2 anni dalla scomparsa di Vittoria e se non fosse per il calendario che segna i giorni che passano, ancora mi sembra ieri. Queste settimane passate, ho rivissuto quei lunghi giorni all'ospedale, gli alti e bassi, operazione dopo operazione, aspettando e pregando per un miracolo, a fare promesse e patti con il Signore di guarire e ridarci la nostra bimba. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this second year without our Vittoria to be the toughest and  the saddest...I think during the first I was still in shock and disbelief that something like this had happened to us, this second year we just tried to survive and adjust to our new and different life. We went to the cemetery today and brought her flowers. It was so pretty and such a colorful and bright sight to see with flowers from our families and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Penso che questo secondo anno senza la nostra Vittoria sia stato il piu` duro e il piu` triste...durante il primo anno eravamo ancora sotto shock e increduli che una cosa cosi` fosse successa proprio a noi, mentre questo secondo anno abbiamo cercato di vivere e sopravvivere e di adattarci a questa vita cosi` diversa e nuova. Siamo andati al cimitero oggi e le abbiamo portato delle rose, il suo fiore preferito. Con tutti i fiori nei vasi,l'effetto e` stato molto bello e colorito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XsgG30Zj2JE/Tk2hvzyIPfI/AAAAAAAABDo/ahsCyPfC0qM/s1600/DSC06919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XsgG30Zj2JE/Tk2hvzyIPfI/AAAAAAAABDo/ahsCyPfC0qM/s400/DSC06919.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642343750891486706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sopXkWf_yiE/Tk2hpnq16lI/AAAAAAAABDg/FHqyJ67wt5k/s1600/DSC06921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sopXkWf_yiE/Tk2hpnq16lI/AAAAAAAABDg/FHqyJ67wt5k/s400/DSC06921.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642343644560484946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Leave it to Jacomo to lighten up the mood-Jacomo cerca di tirarci su di morale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9cQBzTsYU0Q/Tk2hpadabiI/AAAAAAAABDY/s_AzXbTSJVM/s1600/DSC06922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9cQBzTsYU0Q/Tk2hpadabiI/AAAAAAAABDY/s_AzXbTSJVM/s400/DSC06922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642343641014496802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XXiI8vVx9Hg/Tk2hpPpdnOI/AAAAAAAABDQ/lSXZBsBV29w/s1600/DSC06923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XXiI8vVx9Hg/Tk2hpPpdnOI/AAAAAAAABDQ/lSXZBsBV29w/s400/DSC06923.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642343638112247010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo &amp; cousins-Jacomo e le cugine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7rvOeCfug4/Tk2ho8CVkJI/AAAAAAAABDI/t7FPj-kaxgo/s1600/DSC06937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7rvOeCfug4/Tk2ho8CVkJI/AAAAAAAABDI/t7FPj-kaxgo/s400/DSC06937.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642343632847868050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Aunt Mary &amp; cousin Adelia made this with wild flowers and purple petals, so pretty!!&lt;br /&gt;Zia Mary e cuginetta Adelia hanno fatto questo con i fiori secchi e i petali viola, che bello!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iO6s4QA3QLc/Tk2homrjbSI/AAAAAAAABDA/b8dhAmY_OXk/s1600/DSC06930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iO6s4QA3QLc/Tk2homrjbSI/AAAAAAAABDA/b8dhAmY_OXk/s400/DSC06930.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642343627115162914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a beautiful bouquet from dear Friends in the ward- mazzo di rose da parte di cari Amici)&lt;br /&gt;We miss our Vittoria dearly, every day I wake up thinking it's been just another  bad dream... my heart hurts just like the first day and every day even more. I wish she was here to be a big sister to Jacomo and teach him things. I wish she was here so we could talk and I could confide in her like I've done so many other times. I wish she was here so I can hear her laughing and see her eyes sparkle with mischief. I miss her so so much it takes my breath away. I see her in the many things her little brother does and I have no doubt he knows she is with him always. It's touching how out of the blue he picks up a framed picture of his sister and hugs it and talks to it, pulls faces at it and kisses it and then goes back to playing again. He walks in her room with a look of awe and a smile on his face, very careful to not touch anything he is not supposed to and goes straight for her toys. I imagine Vittoria sitting on her chair or her bed, or following him around and showing him all the girly stuff and maybe trying to convince him to play Polly Pockets or Barbie with her.It makes me smile.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La nostra Vittoria ci manca tantissimo, ogni giorno mi sveglio pensando di aver avuto solo un altro brutto sogno.. il mio cuore soffre come il primo giorno e ogni giorno di piu`. Vorrei che fosse qui per fare da sorella maggiore a Jacomo e insegnargli tante cose. Vorrei che fosse qui per fare una chiacchierata insieme e confidarmi con lei come ho fatto tante altre volte. Vorrei che fosse qui per sentire la sua risata e vedere i suoi occhi brillare con furbizia. Mi manca cosi` tanto che mi sento togliere il respiro. La vedo in tante delle cose che fa il fratello e non ho nessun dubbio che Jacomo sa di avere la sorella sempre accanto. E' veramente commovente ( e struggente) vedere Jacomo che all'improvviso prende una foto della sorella, l'abbraccia e ci parla, le fa le smorfie, la bacia e poi torna a giocare come prima. Va nella stanza della sorella con lo sguardo riverente e un sorriso sulle labbra, sempre attento a non toccare niente che gli e` permesso e di corsa si precipita sui giochi della sorella. Imagino Vittoria seduta sul letto o sulla sedia, o appresso al fratello, mentre gli mostra tutte le sue cose da femmina e cerca di convincerlo a giocare con le Barbie o le Polly Pockets con lei. Mi fa sorridere...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, friends and family, near and far, for all you emails, phone calls and texts and hugs on this very difficult day for our little family. We know that a lot of you couldn't be here physically, but you were here with your heart, love and support. We love you and appreciate all you do for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ringraziamo dal profondo del cuore i nostri amici e parenti per tutte le email, telefonate, sms e tanti abbracci in questo giorno cosi` difficile e triste per la nostra famiglia. Sappiamo che molti non potevano essere qui fisicamente, ma i lori cuori, il loro affetto e supporto erano sempre con noi. Vi vogliamo bene e vi ringraziamo per tutto quello che fate per noi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VITTORIA, WE LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH SWEETHEART AND MISS YOU TREMENDOUSLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;VITTORIA TESORO, TI VOGLIAMO UN MONDO DI BENE E CI MANCHI DA MORIRE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PXpjfdc_U7U/Tkp9rf_6KYI/AAAAAAAABC4/AKu0Oai6Gkc/s1600/PIC_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PXpjfdc_U7U/Tkp9rf_6KYI/AAAAAAAABC4/AKu0Oai6Gkc/s400/PIC_0090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641459669512366466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-6869088745769942509?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6869088745769942509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-16-2011-16-agosto-2011.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/6869088745769942509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/6869088745769942509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-16-2011-16-agosto-2011.html' title='August 16, 2011- 16 Agosto 2011'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XsgG30Zj2JE/Tk2hvzyIPfI/AAAAAAAABDo/ahsCyPfC0qM/s72-c/DSC06919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-7720678168403506077</id><published>2011-08-13T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T06:59:38.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends...</title><content type='html'>Jacomo hanging out with some dear FRIENDS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-USH9UPOgiQk/TkbP31kfo6I/AAAAAAAABCo/WFXOPMz_qDo/s1600/DSC06874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-USH9UPOgiQk/TkbP31kfo6I/AAAAAAAABCo/WFXOPMz_qDo/s400/DSC06874.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640424141508027298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Giacomo &amp; Jacomo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4KA91vxDeCs/TkbPXnMSyiI/AAAAAAAABCQ/MM3Sr2LaApY/s1600/DSC06893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4KA91vxDeCs/TkbPXnMSyiI/AAAAAAAABCQ/MM3Sr2LaApY/s400/DSC06893.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640423587892611618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cm1baKN8PUA/TkbPXe3gBkI/AAAAAAAABCI/RrQ90z4VaK8/s1600/DSC06892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cm1baKN8PUA/TkbPXe3gBkI/AAAAAAAABCI/RrQ90z4VaK8/s400/DSC06892.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640423585657914946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo and Vittoria's dearest Friend, Morgan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NvqCoj9rzmQ/Tk3WMxIWnMI/AAAAAAAABDw/r1z00hncdYE/s1600/DSC06943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NvqCoj9rzmQ/Tk3WMxIWnMI/AAAAAAAABDw/r1z00hncdYE/s400/DSC06943.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642401423000247490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(jacomo &amp; Morgan laying in the driveway at night looking at the stars-Jacomo &amp; Morgan sdraiati davanti casa di sera a guardare le stelle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dK2eJKjUJdo/Tk3iXKuHdCI/AAAAAAAABEA/Hh4bRT3SUd0/s1600/DSC06944a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dK2eJKjUJdo/Tk3iXKuHdCI/AAAAAAAABEA/Hh4bRT3SUd0/s400/DSC06944a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642414795807749154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WXvafG7yBPU/TkbPX9duqgI/AAAAAAAABCg/8wMuPxBnDMg/s1600/DSC06895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WXvafG7yBPU/TkbPX9duqgI/AAAAAAAABCg/8wMuPxBnDMg/s400/DSC06895.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640423593871321602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hl_wbkepKgg/TkbPXuCJwAI/AAAAAAAABCY/SsrkCWyYlL0/s1600/DSC06894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hl_wbkepKgg/TkbPXuCJwAI/AAAAAAAABCY/SsrkCWyYlL0/s400/DSC06894.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640423589729124354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Miles &amp; Jacomo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uP08r45kJAs/Tlj4JXhk8kI/AAAAAAAABEI/pZRH6Cg2FV0/s1600/DSC06972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uP08r45kJAs/Tlj4JXhk8kI/AAAAAAAABEI/pZRH6Cg2FV0/s400/DSC06972.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645534972726276674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo &amp; Tice)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-7720678168403506077?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7720678168403506077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/7720678168403506077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/7720678168403506077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/friends.html' title='Friends...'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-USH9UPOgiQk/TkbP31kfo6I/AAAAAAAABCo/WFXOPMz_qDo/s72-c/DSC06874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-4440282360628567569</id><published>2011-07-26T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T06:31:16.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Time</title><content type='html'>(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, once again we went to the cabin and spent some good family time together. It was relaxing and quiet and very much needed after a crazy week of work and stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questo ultimo fine settimana, siamo di nuovo andati alla baita e devo dire che abbiamo trascorso questi giorni facendo molte attivita` solo noi tre. Era tranquillo e rilassante e soprattutto ne avevamo veramente bisogno dopo una settimana parecchio intensa tra stress e lavoro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h3BSV2iustU/Ti9RqkQoOoI/AAAAAAAABBQ/9bnobBJrl8Y/s1600/DSC06839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h3BSV2iustU/Ti9RqkQoOoI/AAAAAAAABBQ/9bnobBJrl8Y/s400/DSC06839.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633811450593557122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo loves four-wheeling/&lt;em&gt;Jacomo adora andare sulla Quad)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UADigAVu0F4/Ti9RqXzx9rI/AAAAAAAABBI/5soErf52Al8/s1600/DSC06841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UADigAVu0F4/Ti9RqXzx9rI/AAAAAAAABBI/5soErf52Al8/s400/DSC06841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633811447251334834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQbR6eFzg5k/Ti9RZGSOWuI/AAAAAAAABBA/Wpp2qGFTcHo/s1600/DSC06849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQbR6eFzg5k/Ti9RZGSOWuI/AAAAAAAABBA/Wpp2qGFTcHo/s400/DSC06849.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633811150489410274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Picking up his daddy after work-&lt;em&gt;A riprendere il papa` dopo il lavoro)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iJcaXUTBSao/Ti9RYwFYJGI/AAAAAAAABA4/7z45cnKjXuY/s1600/DSC06865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iJcaXUTBSao/Ti9RYwFYJGI/AAAAAAAABA4/7z45cnKjXuY/s400/DSC06865.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633811144529945698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo hanging out with uncle Casey who is trying to play a game on his phone-&lt;em&gt;Jacomo con zio Casey che sta cercando di giocare con il suo telefono)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1KZ46rKSHI/Ti9RY8TrrGI/AAAAAAAABAw/rCeA0vxfjHA/s1600/DSC06864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1KZ46rKSHI/Ti9RY8TrrGI/AAAAAAAABAw/rCeA0vxfjHA/s400/DSC06864.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633811147811171426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo and cousin Payton-&lt;em&gt;Jacomo con la cugina Payton)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vqvw58_kKgw/Ti9RYjD0ouI/AAAAAAAABAo/6vyNPJXjDEQ/s1600/DSC06853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vqvw58_kKgw/Ti9RYjD0ouI/AAAAAAAABAo/6vyNPJXjDEQ/s400/DSC06853.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633811141033763554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He's ready!-&lt;em&gt;Lui e` pronto)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q6ajUc8erk0/Ti9RYQgC1DI/AAAAAAAABAg/Lb-RQiZoZP8/s1600/DSC06854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q6ajUc8erk0/Ti9RYQgC1DI/AAAAAAAABAg/Lb-RQiZoZP8/s400/DSC06854.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633811136051860530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(waiting for James to put the boat in the water-&lt;em&gt;in attesa che James metta la barca nell'acqua)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-usIpHQXzSso/Ti9Q-IYySBI/AAAAAAAABAY/BM1kRDDtwUc/s1600/DSC06855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-usIpHQXzSso/Ti9Q-IYySBI/AAAAAAAABAY/BM1kRDDtwUc/s400/DSC06855.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633810687197333522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SMILE!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EcHyk-NA1SM/Ti9Q96mmCNI/AAAAAAAABAQ/WYUFPJghhRQ/s1600/DSC06857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EcHyk-NA1SM/Ti9Q96mmCNI/AAAAAAAABAQ/WYUFPJghhRQ/s400/DSC06857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633810683497154770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo just caught a fish... but like I said before he does NOT like to touch it-&lt;em&gt;Jacomo ha appena preso un pesce ...ma come gia` ho detto NON gli piace toccarlo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jWQUV9YsMug/Ti9Q9x4SiBI/AAAAAAAABAI/gRCrhQnkCbY/s1600/DSC06859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jWQUV9YsMug/Ti9Q9x4SiBI/AAAAAAAABAI/gRCrhQnkCbY/s400/DSC06859.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633810681155454994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-4440282360628567569?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4440282360628567569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/family-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/4440282360628567569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/4440282360628567569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/family-time.html' title='Family Time'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h3BSV2iustU/Ti9RqkQoOoI/AAAAAAAABBQ/9bnobBJrl8Y/s72-c/DSC06839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-1349792220272515724</id><published>2011-07-19T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T06:33:24.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23 Months-23 Mesi</title><content type='html'>(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since July 16th fell on a Saturday and didn't make it to the cemetery, I was glad to spend the morning visiting and talking with a very dear friend of mine and her kids, while James and Jacomo spend the day together, something that's pretty rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Visto che il 16 di luglio e` caduto di sabato e non siamo riusciti ad andare al cimitero, ho trascorso la mattinata in compagnia di una cara amica e i suoi bimbi, mentre James e Jacomo hanno trascorso la giornata insieme, visto che cio` accade molto raramente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few pictures of Jacomo doing what he loves to do best: driving his backhoe, playing in the water and posing for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qualche foto di Jacomo mentre fa quello che ama di piu`: guidare la sua ruspa, giocare nell'acqua e posare per una foto&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0eMu2KbZz4/TiZSDnvZ_bI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/mDhnI1AwTEo/s1600/09072011569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0eMu2KbZz4/TiZSDnvZ_bI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/mDhnI1AwTEo/s400/09072011569.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631278606234287538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E6YVYbB0CH4/TiZSDV6bGXI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/d_iE-QGflIQ/s1600/15072011576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E6YVYbB0CH4/TiZSDV6bGXI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/d_iE-QGflIQ/s400/15072011576.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631278601448659314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hCuTqfcHO2U/TiZSDPPXklI/AAAAAAAAA_I/vxzxIWpZXV0/s1600/DSC06829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hCuTqfcHO2U/TiZSDPPXklI/AAAAAAAAA_I/vxzxIWpZXV0/s400/DSC06829.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631278599657460306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9t0A1HQO9CU/TiZSC_Daj_I/AAAAAAAAA_A/guWwIv0OWxI/s1600/19072011581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9t0A1HQO9CU/TiZSC_Daj_I/AAAAAAAAA_A/guWwIv0OWxI/s400/19072011581.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631278595312357362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got back home, we just spent the rest of the day with each other, cherishing the time we had together as a family, but not a minute throughout the day went by without my thoughts being on our sweet daughter, how much we miss her and love her and wish she was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Una volta tornata a casa, abbiamo trascorso il resto della giornata insieme, ma non un minuto e` passato durante la giornata che non abbia pensato alla nostra dolce bimba, a quanto ci manca e le vogliamo bene e a volerla qui con noi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting harder to put on paper how much still our hearts ache... probably because the 2 year mark is coming up and I wish to hug and kiss our Vittoria more than anything else in the world and hope family and friends know how much we appreciate their ever present love and support .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sta diventando sempre piu` difficile esprimere a parole quanto soffrano ancora i nostri cuori...probabilmente perche` il secondo anniversario si sta avvicinando e il mio desiderio piu` ardente di poter ancora baciare e abbracciare la nostra Vittoria e spero che le nostre famiglie e i nostri amici sappiano quanto siamo grati per il loro affetto e supporto sempre presente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-1349792220272515724?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1349792220272515724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/23-months-23-mesi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/1349792220272515724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/1349792220272515724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/23-months-23-mesi.html' title='23 Months-23 Mesi'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0eMu2KbZz4/TiZSDnvZ_bI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/mDhnI1AwTEo/s72-c/09072011569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-1373572063892177565</id><published>2011-07-11T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T11:45:59.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July 2011-4 Luglio 2011</title><content type='html'>(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;We went to the cabin for the weekend of the 4th of July, but first though we stopped at the cemetery to bring flowers to Vittoria and the other relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Per il weekend del 4 luglio siamo andati alla baita, prima pero` ci siamo fermati al cimitero a portare i fiori a Vittoria e agli altri parenti.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NKFo1iaSjcQ/ThtMNWV4oEI/AAAAAAAAA-4/YoOgNWpe3pE/s1600/DSC06787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NKFo1iaSjcQ/ThtMNWV4oEI/AAAAAAAAA-4/YoOgNWpe3pE/s400/DSC06787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628175951548948546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vittoria's grave all decorated for the 4th of July-&lt;em&gt;La tomba di Vittoria decorata per il 4 luglio_)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W065NW7b3Bc/ThtMNOwQROI/AAAAAAAAA-w/R3NaQA9NR9U/s1600/DSC06790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W065NW7b3Bc/ThtMNOwQROI/AAAAAAAAA-w/R3NaQA9NR9U/s400/DSC06790.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628175949512066274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Uncle Ralph's grave and Grandpa &amp; Grandma's graves near Vittoria's-&lt;em&gt;Le tombe di zio Ralph e dei nonni di James vicino a quella di Vittoria)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountains around the cabin are so green and the lake is way full to the point that a meadow that used to covered with grass and brushes and small trees, now is covered in water. I don't think I have ever seen the water level so high and is sure a sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Le montagne intorno alla baita sono verdissime e il lago e` talmente pieno che un immenso prato li` vicino che di solito e` sempre solo erba, con cespugli e alberi, questa volta e` coperto dall'acqua del lago. E` davvero incredibile, non credo di aver mai visto il livello dell'acqua cosi` alto ed e` uno spettacolo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Vk8HDcjpIY/ThtMMjgd-oI/AAAAAAAAA-o/bECb0LaKGRk/s1600/DSC06796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Vk8HDcjpIY/ThtMMjgd-oI/AAAAAAAAA-o/bECb0LaKGRk/s400/DSC06796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628175937903131266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This spot used to be just grass-&lt;em&gt;Questo posto di solito e` coperto solo da erba)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning, we watched the parade with the family and headed back to the cabin for the family reunion planned for the early afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabato mattina abbiamo assistito alla parata con il resto della famiglia e abbiamo fatto ritorno alla baita in vista della riunione di famiglia fissata per il pomeriggio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r5SlZSx1xoU/ThtL-feP6xI/AAAAAAAAA-g/9YJU9ApgkQM/s1600/DSC06799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r5SlZSx1xoU/ThtL-feP6xI/AAAAAAAAA-g/9YJU9ApgkQM/s400/DSC06799.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628175696301910802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo waiting for the parade to start-&lt;em&gt;Jacomo in attesa dell'inizio della parata)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jC2oUHygUE4/ThtL-LHzEtI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/2l2zoEXyeUU/s1600/DSC06804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jC2oUHygUE4/ThtL-LHzEtI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/2l2zoEXyeUU/s400/DSC06804.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628175690839036626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(James &amp; Jacomo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MTe8RbY438s/ThtL93lDA5I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/mdZakEh04FM/s1600/DSC06808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MTe8RbY438s/ThtL93lDA5I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/mdZakEh04FM/s400/DSC06808.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628175685593006994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo with Grandpa Neil &amp; Uncle Wayne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKbL4_nZjxc/ThtL9Yg2s1I/AAAAAAAAA-I/cZeqcfJSclQ/s1600/DSC06810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKbL4_nZjxc/ThtL9Yg2s1I/AAAAAAAAA-I/cZeqcfJSclQ/s400/DSC06810.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628175677253923666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo &amp; his little cousin Adelia-&lt;em&gt;Jacomo &amp; la sua cuginetta Adelia)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uauUT6rLzhg/TinFLII23_I/AAAAAAAAA_w/RV4CTiL0L58/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uauUT6rLzhg/TinFLII23_I/AAAAAAAAA_w/RV4CTiL0L58/s400/033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632249603957383154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tori &amp; Vale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dACNBD-f4ZE/ThtL9BWo5pI/AAAAAAAAA-A/ZF9pMNuGkVk/s1600/DSC06811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dACNBD-f4ZE/ThtL9BWo5pI/AAAAAAAAA-A/ZF9pMNuGkVk/s400/DSC06811.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628175671037060754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kids doing bubbles-&lt;em&gt;i bimbi occupati a fare le bolle)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday morning we woke up early to take Jacomo fishing for the first time. It was interesting to say the least: every single time a fish got caught, he would jump up and down in the boat and couldn't wait to have it in the bag to stare at it. That was the highlight of our fishing trip! 30 minutes in the trip, Jacomo started to show signs of impatience and boredom and trying to keep a bored toddler still and quiet was quite a task, so we decided to call it a day and went back to the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lunedi` mattina ci siamo svegliati presto per portare Jacomo a pescare per la prima volta. E` stato interessante: ogni volta che un pesce veniva preso, Jacomo saltava su e giu` nella barca e non vedeva l'ora di fissarlo una volta messo nella sacca. Quello e` stato il momento clou della nostra escursione! Dopo mezz'ora, Jacomo ha incominciato a dare segni di impazienza e noia e cercare di tenere buono e fermo un bimbo piccolo era una fatica enorme, cosi` abbiamo deciso di tornare alla baita.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D6NZ54nnerA/ThtLetX8W8I/AAAAAAAAA9o/mG6cZUWoW3c/s1600/DSC06814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D6NZ54nnerA/ThtLetX8W8I/AAAAAAAAA9o/mG6cZUWoW3c/s400/DSC06814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628175150277745602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(James teaching Jacomo how to fish for the first time-&lt;em&gt;James insegna a Jacomo come pescare per la prima volta)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture of James with Vittoria: she looks so small and fragile in her life vest but still strong enough to hold the big fishing pole !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questa foto di James e Vittoria mi e` molto cara: lei sembra cosi` piccola e fragile nel suo giubbotto di salvataggio ma forte abbastanza da tenere da sola la canna da pesca!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ukIDiQXF08g/TiZfaIr79iI/AAAAAAAAA_g/EGaA0wU4oRQ/s1600/scan009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ukIDiQXF08g/TiZfaIr79iI/AAAAAAAAA_g/EGaA0wU4oRQ/s400/scan009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631293286686389794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bIA5XCLfh9Q/ThtLeRlUFsI/AAAAAAAAA9g/v9jaJEWMdN0/s1600/DSC06815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bIA5XCLfh9Q/ThtLeRlUFsI/AAAAAAAAA9g/v9jaJEWMdN0/s400/DSC06815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628175142817633986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after 10 minutes of fishing, it's time to rest-&lt;em&gt;dopo 10 minuti di pesca e` ora di riposare)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GQihbWoV84/ThtLeJShNqI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/saJFfvp3rnE/s1600/DSC06823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GQihbWoV84/ThtLeJShNqI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/saJFfvp3rnE/s400/DSC06823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628175140591318690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fishing is such a hard work-&lt;em&gt;Pescare e` una gran fatica)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lq_CghUEvw0/ThtLFbDsYII/AAAAAAAAA9Q/5ubQWf4PlII/s1600/DSC06825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lq_CghUEvw0/ThtLFbDsYII/AAAAAAAAA9Q/5ubQWf4PlII/s400/DSC06825.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628174715864244354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(They fish, I clean!-&lt;em&gt;Loro pescano, io pulisco!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K2c1YUKcXvg/ThtLFJ_NR4I/AAAAAAAAA9I/1uiMWwyG6gI/s1600/DSC06826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K2c1YUKcXvg/ThtLFJ_NR4I/AAAAAAAAA9I/1uiMWwyG6gI/s400/DSC06826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628174711282026370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He likes to watch but not to touch- &lt;em&gt;A Jacomo piacciono i pesci, ma non toccarli)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VITTORIA, I WISH YOU WERE PHYSICALLY HERE TO SEE YOU RUNNING AND LAUGHING WITH YOUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS! 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Our little boy is growing up very fast, and I can't believe he is already 2 1/2 years old. Time goes by, sometimes it flies, some others it crawls so very slowly. We love to spend time with our son, he is a lot of fun, an eager helper and a very curious explorer. He loves to be outside, and especially playing with the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questo mese proprio non ce l'abbiamo fatta ad andare al cimitero, ma cio` non significa che i nostri pensieri non sono rivolti alla nostra Vittoria.&lt;br /&gt;Siamo invece rimasti a casa e trascorso del tempo in famiglia. Il nostro bimbo sta crescendo in fretta, e ancora non ci posso credere che ha 2 anni e mezzo. Il tempo passa, a volte volta, altre volte si trascina molto lentamente. Adoriamo trascorrere le giornate con il nostro bimbo, e` divertente, e` un aiutante entusiasta e un esploratore molto curioso. Ama stare all'aperto, e soprattutto giocare con l'acqua.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kj46e_31-fA/TfrrGIoEteI/AAAAAAAAA7w/q2HRUQFlk5g/s1600/03062011486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kj46e_31-fA/TfrrGIoEteI/AAAAAAAAA7w/q2HRUQFlk5g/s400/03062011486.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619061975725422050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(what a good gardener! - Che bravo giardiniere!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yNdzX-D8AyU/TfrrFukF8fI/AAAAAAAAA7o/PTM6-f7mq5A/s1600/04062011488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yNdzX-D8AyU/TfrrFukF8fI/AAAAAAAAA7o/PTM6-f7mq5A/s400/04062011488.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619061968729403890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(washing the tree with the mop- lavaggio dell'albero con lo spazzolone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhIqqPD7uFE/TfrrFB661CI/AAAAAAAAA7g/chD9BDYZwVk/s1600/06062011490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhIqqPD7uFE/TfrrFB661CI/AAAAAAAAA7g/chD9BDYZwVk/s400/06062011490.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619061956745548834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Busy playing with the water-Impegnato a giocare con l'acqua)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_170K-w09rU/TgkeB_UCReI/AAAAAAAAA8w/VlsxN9F-MJU/s1600/DSC06774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_170K-w09rU/TgkeB_UCReI/AAAAAAAAA8w/VlsxN9F-MJU/s400/DSC06774.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623058629272946146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of June, we took an unplanned trip to the cabin to get away from the stress of work and life in general. We went 4-wheeling just the 3 of us, and we witnessed a deer in the process of giving birth. It was almost too incredible to be true, but amazing and very rare to see. There was still some snow on the very top and the several ponds around the mountains are filling up pretty fast. Overall, it was a nice relaxing day for our little family, also knowing that our sweet baby girl was with us every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All'inizio di giugno, abbiamo fatto un viaggetto non programmato alla baita, tanto per allontanarci dallo stress del lavoro e della vita in generale. Siamo andati sulle quad solo noi 3 e mentre giravamo abbiamo visto un cervo nel procinto di partorire. Era troppo bello per essere vero, un'esperienza incredibile e molto rara. C'era ancora un bel po` di neve sulle cime piu` alte e i vari laghetti tutti intorno si stavano riempiendo abbastanza velocemente. Complessivamente e` stata una giornata molto rilassante per la nostra famigliola, sapendo anche che la nostra bimba era sempre al nostro fianco.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3bCxa33e_LY/TfrrEs3tssI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/PbrRZag66Dk/s1600/DSC06744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3bCxa33e_LY/TfrrEs3tssI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/PbrRZag66Dk/s400/DSC06744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619061951094960834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(up in the mountains- sulle montagne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6OYYrMhrvgM/Tfrqwb0zZTI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/s6qPM4VGe50/s1600/DSC06747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6OYYrMhrvgM/Tfrqwb0zZTI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/s6qPM4VGe50/s400/DSC06747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619061602921964850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( FLYING!!!!!!!!!!!!! SI VOLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qO9ecYa6O88/Tfrqv-BvhSI/AAAAAAAAA7I/mpGtXGXsZug/s1600/DSC06749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qO9ecYa6O88/Tfrqv-BvhSI/AAAAAAAAA7I/mpGtXGXsZug/s400/DSC06749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619061594923173154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tv5fz5bucfk/Tfrqvfo3kNI/AAAAAAAAA7A/7sh989mse2I/s1600/DSC06755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tv5fz5bucfk/Tfrqvfo3kNI/AAAAAAAAA7A/7sh989mse2I/s400/DSC06755.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619061586765779154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Running with Dad-Di corsa con papa`)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JpC6LvXkqS4/Tfrqu518lPI/AAAAAAAAA64/0lS6uJRVRqE/s1600/DSC06762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JpC6LvXkqS4/Tfrqu518lPI/AAAAAAAAA64/0lS6uJRVRqE/s400/DSC06762.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619061576620086514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A deer we saw while four wheeling- un cervo avvistato durante la nostra escursione nelle montagne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VITTORIA, WE LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ml7Yr4RD6fs/Tgj90fhYk3I/AAAAAAAAA8o/dUJ7ny261D0/s1600/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ml7Yr4RD6fs/Tgj90fhYk3I/AAAAAAAAA8o/dUJ7ny261D0/s400/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623023213028610930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(May 2008)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-5599207647310750126?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5599207647310750126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/22-months-22-mesi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/5599207647310750126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/5599207647310750126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/22-months-22-mesi.html' title='22 Months-22 Mesi'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kj46e_31-fA/TfrrGIoEteI/AAAAAAAAA7w/q2HRUQFlk5g/s72-c/03062011486.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-5045239008431707228</id><published>2011-06-16T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T14:43:17.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;We spent this Memorial Day weekend at the cabin with some of James' family. It was nice to get away for a long weekend and being able to relax on the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abbiamo trascorso il weekend del Giorno dei Morti alla baita con la famiglia di James. E` stato bello allontanarsi dalla citta` per un fine settimana piu` lungo e rilassarsi in montagna.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dSYDaNJj_7Y/Tfrp7L6oDHI/AAAAAAAAA6w/9Jo6MeufxTo/s1600/DSC06619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dSYDaNJj_7Y/Tfrp7L6oDHI/AAAAAAAAA6w/9Jo6MeufxTo/s400/DSC06619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619060688118353010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(packed and ready to go-carichi come muli pronti per la partenza)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7EKok_DYpZw/Tfrp6t613aI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ypfUIVIXhiQ/s1600/DSC06642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7EKok_DYpZw/Tfrp6t613aI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ypfUIVIXhiQ/s400/DSC06642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619060680066194850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ready to lend a hand- pronto al duro lavoro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHEU4oGHSHY/Tfrp5_APT8I/AAAAAAAAA6g/B1DZYYIP8lg/s1600/DSC06648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHEU4oGHSHY/Tfrp5_APT8I/AAAAAAAAA6g/B1DZYYIP8lg/s400/DSC06648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619060667472367554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo and Grandpa Neil riding around-Jacomo e suo nonno Neil a cavallo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TXT6v6cE2iw/Tfrp5cQf7VI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Ht6aBilpgcE/s1600/DSC06653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TXT6v6cE2iw/Tfrp5cQf7VI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Ht6aBilpgcE/s400/DSC06653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619060658145324370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(waterfall in the canyon-una cascata nel canyon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the first part of the weekend putting cleaning up and putting the cabin back together after the flood back in February. On Sunday, after Church, we went to the cemetery to bring our flowers for the occasion. There is something about this cemetery in the spring/summer time: the grass is more vibrant than ever and all the colors from the flowers and flags and decorations make it festive and very pretty to look at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abbiamo trascorso la prima parte del fine settimana a pulire e risistemare la baita dopo l'alluvione che ha danneggiato buona parte della casa. Domenica siamo andati al cimitero a portare i nostri fiori. Il cimitero durante la stagione primaverile ed estiva cambia completamente aspetto: il prato e` di un verde piu` intenso e i colori dei fiori e delle decorazioni lo rendono piu` vivace, quasi festivo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KthKCdQleGA/TfrpjAWgPFI/AAAAAAAAA6I/65ELbY-sbJ0/s1600/DSC06663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KthKCdQleGA/TfrpjAWgPFI/AAAAAAAAA6I/65ELbY-sbJ0/s400/DSC06663.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619060272697195602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Flowers and flags everywhere-fiori e bandierine ovunque)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PyQjqvM4LUs/TfrpiejYO3I/AAAAAAAAA6A/8GEkvM-zlRs/s1600/DSC06665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PyQjqvM4LUs/TfrpiejYO3I/AAAAAAAAA6A/8GEkvM-zlRs/s400/DSC06665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619060263624391538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VKBI7a2pe_Y/Tfrph9quByI/AAAAAAAAA54/iACkzzBMpU4/s1600/DSC06671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VKBI7a2pe_Y/Tfrph9quByI/AAAAAAAAA54/iACkzzBMpU4/s400/DSC06671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619060254796810018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, weeks before Memorial Day, many residents of Carbon and Emery Counties, and among them many college students, get together to keep a very touching and thoughtful tradition alive: to make sure that &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; headstone in every cemetery has a flower and making sure that no one is forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ogni anno, settimane prima del Giorno dei Morti, gli abitanti delle contee di Carbon e Emery e tra loro parecchi studenti universitari si ritrovano per mantenere viva una tradizione commovente e molto significativa: far si` che &lt;strong&gt;ogni&lt;/strong&gt; tomba in ogni cimitero abbia un fiore e che nessuno venga dimenticato.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gEVSv4g2_9E/Tgjvr3FBxWI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Jyn_a-0MzNA/s1600/38096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gEVSv4g2_9E/Tgjvr3FBxWI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Jyn_a-0MzNA/s400/38096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623007671570515298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(folding and wrapping plastic table cloth from the dollar store into colorful flowers-semplice tovaglia di plastica si trasforma in fiori)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Upto-9VKtag/TgjvJEXotBI/AAAAAAAAA8A/fuyWYEkNTlE/s1600/24918030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Upto-9VKtag/TgjvJEXotBI/AAAAAAAAA8A/fuyWYEkNTlE/s400/24918030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623007073842803730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BQgRkZ4GoJQ/TgjvJIe2fvI/AAAAAAAAA74/Eczm2-ZZMM0/s1600/38100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BQgRkZ4GoJQ/TgjvJIe2fvI/AAAAAAAAA74/Eczm2-ZZMM0/s400/38100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623007074946809586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many of the students participating is a way to pay tribute to family, and even those without a personal connection have gotten involved with the project and the flowers have brought together an intere community. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Per molti degli studenti che partecipano e` un modo di rendere omaggio alla famiglia, e anche quelli senza un legame personale hanno partecipato al progetto e i fiori hanno riunito una intera comunita`.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rlb6LHHjGms/TfrpGuIUCgI/AAAAAAAAA5w/0rAlunaqW4o/s1600/DSC06672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rlb6LHHjGms/TfrpGuIUCgI/AAAAAAAAA5w/0rAlunaqW4o/s400/DSC06672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619059786769500674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vittoria's grave got a flower too and like last year, it was interesting to notice that with all the colors of flowers availble she got a PURPLE flower! It was so moving to see it and thinking how tickled she would be that somebody chose her favorite color for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anche la tomba di Vittoria ha ricevuto un fiore ed era interessante notare che con tutti i colori di fiori disponibili, quest'anno come l'anno scorso le hanno messo un fiore VIOLA! E` stato toccante vederlo e pensare quanto sarebbe contenta che qualcuno ha scelto un fiore del suo colore preferito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uvb904UMoU8/TfrpGFuk87I/AAAAAAAAA5o/o_KXtXE9PaA/s1600/DSC06673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uvb904UMoU8/TfrpGFuk87I/AAAAAAAAA5o/o_KXtXE9PaA/s400/DSC06673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619059775924138930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YtPZGUvDqN8/TfrpE65Qb3I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/s-l40Jc9Fe8/s1600/DSC06713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YtPZGUvDqN8/TfrpE65Qb3I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/s-l40Jc9Fe8/s400/DSC06713.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619059755836272498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ready to go 4 wheeling under the snow-pronto a fare un giro sotto la neve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aX0RBE4OLp0/Tfrn-aa7rdI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/CQdp0eaHl7U/s1600/DSC06715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aX0RBE4OLp0/Tfrn-aa7rdI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/CQdp0eaHl7U/s400/DSC06715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619058544528305618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(James &amp; Jacomo)&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, the day started with a crash: at 7:45 am I woke up to glass shattering and people screaming! Well, James' dad was cleaning the window on the outside, but the ladder suddenly slipped on the snow and crashed  through the window sending glass everywhere and he slipped into the rungs, which saved him from a fall on his head. So while he was hanging upside down, James, with no shoes or socks on, ran through the glass to help his dad and cut up the bottom of his feet. We cleaned and vacuumed for hours but it wasn't a big deal thinking how worse things could have gotten. I think an Angel (Vittoria) was watching over her Grandpa (and her Dad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lunedi` mattina presto sono stata svegliata dal rumore di vetri che andavano in frantumi e gente che urlava! Mentre il papa` di James stava pulendo un finestrone da fuori, la scala su cui si trovava e` scivolata sulla neve ed e` andata a sbattere contro la finestra distruggendola, mentre mio suocero e` scivolato tra i pioli della scala ed e` rimasto appeso a testa in giu`. Per fortuna che le gambe sono rimaste incastrate nei pioli che l'hanno salvato dal cadere a testa in giu` sul portico. James, senza scarpe o calzini, di corsa si e` precipitato ad aiutare il padre, tagliandosi tutti i piedi. Abbiamo pulito e passato il battitappeto per ore, ma non e` stato nulla di problematico, considerando che le cose sarebbero potute andare molto peggio. Sono sicura che un Angelo (Vittoria) sta vegliando sul nonno ( e il suo papa`).&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tl9lPOvdDp8/Tgj1LIXJI_I/AAAAAAAAA8g/joXpgUPCdRI/s1600/DSC06739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tl9lPOvdDp8/Tgj1LIXJI_I/AAAAAAAAA8g/joXpgUPCdRI/s400/DSC06739.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623013706343982066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PN_3d-U_wxo/Tfrn97vDCJI/AAAAAAAAA5I/tRNkZvEys3U/s1600/DSC06719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PN_3d-U_wxo/Tfrn97vDCJI/AAAAAAAAA5I/tRNkZvEys3U/s400/DSC06719.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619058536291174546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Small snow storm...at the end of May!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Piccola tempesta di neve.... a fine Maggio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-5045239008431707228?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5045239008431707228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/memorial-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/5045239008431707228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/5045239008431707228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dSYDaNJj_7Y/Tfrp7L6oDHI/AAAAAAAAA6w/9Jo6MeufxTo/s72-c/DSC06619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-8215458555781552471</id><published>2011-05-16T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:05:52.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Months-21 Mesi</title><content type='html'>(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;We didn't quite make it to the cemetery right on the 16th this month, so James' mom and my sisters-in-law and their kids very graciously cleaned up Vittoria's grave and got it ready for Memorial Day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Non ce l'abbiamo fatta ad andare al cimitero proprio per il 16 di questo mese, cosi`la mamma di James e le mie cognate con le figlie hanno pulito e sistemato la tomba di Vittoria in vista del Memorial Day ( il nostro Giorno dei Morti). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think that since it has been 21 months from our sweet girl’s passing, that somehow now we have to snap out of it and go on with our lives, or that since her 2nd anniversary is approaching, that the grief and heartache are less that in the first year. Oh, they are so wrong, and honestly I don't really care what they think, but if possible this second year has been harder. While during the first year we dealt with the mourning, the denial, the heart wrenching heartache, the anger and the sadness, this second year finds me struggling, at loss for words, in a reality that I don’t want to accept and with a huge heavy weight on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alcune persone pensano che visto che sono passati 21 mesi dalla scomparsa della nostra bimba, che in qualche modo dobbiamo superare questo periodo e andare avanti con le nostre vite o che con l’avvicinarsi del secondo anniversario, il dolore e la tristezza siano meno del primo anno. Come si sbagliano e onestamente non mi interessa cosa la gente pensi!!! Se possible, questo secondo anno e` ancora piu` difficile. Se durante il primo anno abbiamo avuto a che fare con il lutto, il rifiuto, il dolore lancinante al cuore, la rabbia e la tristezza, in questo secondo anno mi ritrovo senza parole, mi muovo a fatica, fisicamente e mentalmente, in una realta` che non voglio accettare e con dolore enorme addosso.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at her photos, at her clothes, her toys and still don't believe that she has really gone, i just feel like she has gone somewhere and I'm just waiting for her to come back home. I know, to a lot of people it sounds weird, very unhealthy, but nobody can really comprehend what it feels like to have a hole in your heart and to have to live with it. Yes, our lives go on, we are keeping busy at work and at home, we laugh, we joke around and we do stuff and go places, but it will never be the same, NEVER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guardo le sue foto, i suoi vestiti e i suoi giochi e ancora non ci credo che la mia Vittoria non c'e` piu`, mi sento come se lei fosse andata da qualche parte ed io sto aspettando che ritorni a casa. Lo so, a molta gente puo` sembrare strano, non sano, quasi morboso, ma nessuno puo` comprendere che significa avere un vuoto nel cuore e di doverci convivere. Certo, le nostre vite vanno avanti, ovvio, siamo impegnati al lavoro e a casa, ridiamo, scherziamo, andiamo in posti diversi e facciamo diverse esperienze, ma non sara` mai la stessa cosa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her terribly and my heart is so sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FEzdUotAbC8/TfrNk7rG16I/AAAAAAAAA34/H_Kd6ER3j88/s1600/553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FEzdUotAbC8/TfrNk7rG16I/AAAAAAAAA34/H_Kd6ER3j88/s400/553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619029519475595170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bK2W2IzS1DY/TfrNlmL8oHI/AAAAAAAAA4A/ibEb3DU-fI4/s1600/554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bK2W2IzS1DY/TfrNlmL8oHI/AAAAAAAAA4A/ibEb3DU-fI4/s400/554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619029530887626866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vittoria's cousins Jocelyn &amp; Tianna-Le cuginette di Vittoria, Jocelyn &amp; Tianna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....AFTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-47R4dGmvD7E/TfrOxrpZBKI/AAAAAAAAA4I/jFfic2vyQCA/s1600/565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-47R4dGmvD7E/TfrOxrpZBKI/AAAAAAAAA4I/jFfic2vyQCA/s400/565.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619030838023357602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness we have our little boy!! He is a riot! His personality is so funny and crazy, I can't keep up with him, some of the stuff he does makes us wonder where he learned it from, some others strongly remind us of the things Vittoria used to do. I look at him and I see his sister coaching him, showing him how to pull a funny face or asking for hug or a kiss in a certain way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Per fortuna che abbiamo il nostro bimbo! E` veramente uno spacco! La usa personalita` e` divertente e un po` matta, e` difficile stargli appresso, alcune cose che fa ci sorprendono, non sappiamo da dove le abbia imparate, altre ci ricordano parecchio le cose che faceva Vittoria. Lo guardo e vedo sua sorella che gli insegna e gli mostra come fare una faccia buffa o chiedere un bacio o un abbraccio in una certa maniera.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WIpODK4-alc/TfrlhCg0WtI/AAAAAAAAA44/f47oF5KRV54/s1600/DSC06519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WIpODK4-alc/TfrlhCg0WtI/AAAAAAAAA44/f47oF5KRV54/s400/DSC06519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619055840871078610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He is totally done after playing too hard, he didn't even make it to bed- Esausto dopo aver giocato tanto, non e` riuscito neanche ad arrivare al suo letto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TdXDdbhErrU/TfrlHCc09OI/AAAAAAAAA4g/uysxEKMHiT4/s1600/DSC06475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TdXDdbhErrU/TfrlHCc09OI/AAAAAAAAA4g/uysxEKMHiT4/s400/DSC06475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619055394177742050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo and his best friend Christopher_Jacomo e il suo migliore amico Christopher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HXWywfz4kWg/TfrlF0kIOgI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/PMqKW23veos/s1600/DSC06467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HXWywfz4kWg/TfrlF0kIOgI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/PMqKW23veos/s400/DSC06467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619055373270399490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(getting some education- Jacomo si sta acculturando)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-8215458555781552471?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8215458555781552471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/05/21-months-21-mesi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/8215458555781552471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/8215458555781552471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/05/21-months-21-mesi.html' title='21 Months-21 Mesi'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FEzdUotAbC8/TfrNk7rG16I/AAAAAAAAA34/H_Kd6ER3j88/s72-c/553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-5082523872069903972</id><published>2011-04-27T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T14:21:07.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2011- Pasqua 2011</title><content type='html'>(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xie-Dx9TyIk/TbjblJhxQSI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qqzCHDTShEA/s1600/IM000915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xie-Dx9TyIk/TbjblJhxQSI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qqzCHDTShEA/s400/IM000915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600467567894413602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(April 2006-Aprile 2006)&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;April 2011-Aprile 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same place, one year later. This year for Easter we went camping with James’ family and extended family in the same spot of last year. We were able to have 4 days of what I call “Extreme Camping”, which means being out in the desert, on your own for food, power, water supply and so on (not the kind of camping I grew up doing). The night before we left, we (James and I) colored the hard boiled eggs, since Jacomo was already in bed, so that the morning of our departure he could at least decorate them with stickers and “hair”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stesso posto, un anno dopo. Quest'anno per Pasqua siamo andati a fare campeggio con la famiglia di James nello stessso luogo dell'anno scorso. Abbiamo fatto 4 giorni di "Campeggio Estremo", il che significa essere nel deserto lontano da tutti, contando solo su noi stessi per vibo, elettricita`, acqua e cosi` via ( non il tipo di campeggio che ho fatto crescendo). La sera prima di partire, (James ed io) abbiamo colorato le uova sode come tradizione, visto che Jacomo era gia` a letto, cosi` la mattina della nostra partenza, ha almeno potuto decorarle con adesivi e "capelli".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWGAs5olmIc/Tbi1CYxj3eI/AAAAAAAAA2U/VMviBinOcAo/s1600/DSC06318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWGAs5olmIc/Tbi1CYxj3eI/AAAAAAAAA2U/VMviBinOcAo/s400/DSC06318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600425189249900002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a2mC0wgodsc/Tbi0yHvlrUI/AAAAAAAAA2M/ThUz8p3h_C4/s1600/DSC06322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a2mC0wgodsc/Tbi0yHvlrUI/AAAAAAAAA2M/ThUz8p3h_C4/s400/DSC06322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600424909800320322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-felZkQr-pXo/Tbi0x__jRbI/AAAAAAAAA2E/FcRO9PpG6xw/s1600/DSC06331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-felZkQr-pXo/Tbi0x__jRbI/AAAAAAAAA2E/FcRO9PpG6xw/s400/DSC06331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600424907719787954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(His cousins Natalia &amp; Taylor made the trip with us-Le mie nipoti Natalia e Taylor hanno fatto il viaggio con noi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there on Thursday late afternoon and basically spent the rest of the day setting up camp. The weather was a little concerning there for a while, since it had rained and blown pretty hard wind, just Friday was a nice day with a pretty clear sky. Like always, there was enough food to feed an army, and each of the different families took turns to cook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siamo arrivati sul posto giovedi` pomeriggio tardi e in pratica abbiamo trascorso il resto della giornata a sistemare le roulotte e le cucine da campeggio. Il tempo e` stato non proprio bello, con vento freddo e parecchie nuvole, con qualche pioggia sporadica che ha abbassato ancora di piu` la temperatura. Solo venerdi` e` stato tutto l'opposto. Come sempre c'era abbastanza cibo per un esercito, visto che ogni famiglia faceva a turno per cucinare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKqlb21MgGk/Tbi0xrNVeZI/AAAAAAAAA18/B7dFZb3ASQI/s1600/DSC06334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKqlb21MgGk/Tbi0xrNVeZI/AAAAAAAAA18/B7dFZb3ASQI/s400/DSC06334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600424902140459410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bundled up waiting for dinner-tutto imbacuccato in attesa della cena)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2wK42Kxb5T8/Tbi0xfWSZuI/AAAAAAAAA10/aiHSGHBUi0s/s1600/DSC06364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2wK42Kxb5T8/Tbi0xfWSZuI/AAAAAAAAA10/aiHSGHBUi0s/s400/DSC06364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600424898956781282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(posing with his cousins Rylie &amp; Payton-in posa con le sue cuginette Rylie &amp; Payton)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CdSUO45YTEA/Tbi0w3v7kUI/AAAAAAAAA1s/B2oh1Fs6lkA/s1600/DSC06342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CdSUO45YTEA/Tbi0w3v7kUI/AAAAAAAAA1s/B2oh1Fs6lkA/s400/DSC06342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600424888326918466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ready to go on a ride with cousin Pyper-pronto ad andare a fare un giro con la cuginetta Pyper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R7jGApUYJek/TgpE_bJfeNI/AAAAAAAAA84/LnAVjYp1NoI/s1600/DSC09084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R7jGApUYJek/TgpE_bJfeNI/AAAAAAAAA84/LnAVjYp1NoI/s400/DSC09084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623382941135501522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ready for another ride with little cousin Adelia-Pronto a fare un altro giro con la cuginetta Adelia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CiOM0Xzt6tY/TbiyJNSegfI/AAAAAAAAA1k/tq36NGl3uIY/s1600/DSC06344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CiOM0Xzt6tY/TbiyJNSegfI/AAAAAAAAA1k/tq36NGl3uIY/s400/DSC06344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600422007890936306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(with his Daddy on the 4 wheeler-con il suo papa` sulla Quad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vrsqXKeOcgY/TbiyI_31SCI/AAAAAAAAA1c/g_MkhGyqmYY/s1600/DSC06345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vrsqXKeOcgY/TbiyI_31SCI/AAAAAAAAA1c/g_MkhGyqmYY/s400/DSC06345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600422004289521698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ring around the fire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-umWANl8mkak/TbiyIeyVoWI/AAAAAAAAA1U/q9QPMlBFNG4/s1600/DSC06346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-umWANl8mkak/TbiyIeyVoWI/AAAAAAAAA1U/q9QPMlBFNG4/s400/DSC06346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600421995408105826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1GW_xaiJMMc/TbiyIE0yKFI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Hu3QV41E3C0/s1600/DSC06350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1GW_xaiJMMc/TbiyIE0yKFI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Hu3QV41E3C0/s400/DSC06350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600421988439042130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QgPbQQn7qRc/TbiyH3SmUrI/AAAAAAAAA1E/8XLX-EoFD_w/s1600/DSC06352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QgPbQQn7qRc/TbiyH3SmUrI/AAAAAAAAA1E/8XLX-EoFD_w/s400/DSC06352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600421984805999282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hand in hand with sweet Madison-Mano nella mano con la dolce Madison)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7y2x7viBnI/TbixqDfG1FI/AAAAAAAAA00/bk5nUe986TU/s1600/DSC06360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7y2x7viBnI/TbixqDfG1FI/AAAAAAAAA00/bk5nUe986TU/s400/DSC06360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600421472683611218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2zA3GgznCrk/TbixpjEpUVI/AAAAAAAAA0s/rVn2On_YvPI/s1600/DSC06370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2zA3GgznCrk/TbixpjEpUVI/AAAAAAAAA0s/rVn2On_YvPI/s400/DSC06370.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600421463982690642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pt2bTAZ5hgY/TbixpRYUjsI/AAAAAAAAA0k/lwyHwkHpyU4/s1600/DSC06383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pt2bTAZ5hgY/TbixpRYUjsI/AAAAAAAAA0k/lwyHwkHpyU4/s400/DSC06383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600421459233377986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from left:Rand,Uncle Luke, Uncle Casey, Aunt Jana &amp; Aunt Mary holding Adelia- dasinistra: Rand, zio Luke, zio Casey, zia Jana, zia Mary con in braccio Adelia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u9qBZv6y0MM/TbixpFLll3I/AAAAAAAAA0c/ipysfyn_qOw/s1600/DSC06384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u9qBZv6y0MM/TbixpFLll3I/AAAAAAAAA0c/ipysfyn_qOw/s400/DSC06384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600421455958742898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from left: uncle Luke-hiding,Uncle Casey, Aunt Jana &amp; Shemri -da sinistra: zio Luke-nascosto, zio Casey, zia Jana &amp; Shemri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OG1zsa3ILos/TbixFWf5n-I/AAAAAAAAA0U/1JzgfJNrDIM/s1600/DSC06387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OG1zsa3ILos/TbixFWf5n-I/AAAAAAAAA0U/1JzgfJNrDIM/s400/DSC06387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600420842132053986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids (lots of them!) played, rode horses, went four wheeling, hiked and went on the traditional Easter egg hunt among the rocks and trees on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I bambini (tanti, ma proprio tanti) hanno corso, giocato, scavato, scalato, cavalcato cavalli e sabato hanno fatto la tradizionale caccia all'uovo tra rocce ed alberi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacomo never took a nap during these 4 days, and oh boy, by the time the evening came around he would just fall asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow. He loved it. He would just take off and go climb and explore on his own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Durante questi 4 intensissimi giorni, Jacomo non ha mai riposato il pomeriggio e alla sera arrivava distrutto, infatti si addormentava non appena poggiava la testa sul cuscino. Si e` pero` divertito come un matto, prendeva e partiva ed andava da solo ad esplorare i dintorni.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9PQiWDDZm_s/TbixFFNLF9I/AAAAAAAAA0M/fSPTgC-uiaA/s1600/DSC06391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9PQiWDDZm_s/TbixFFNLF9I/AAAAAAAAA0M/fSPTgC-uiaA/s400/DSC06391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600420837490104274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sgudCT394go/TbixEzIbKpI/AAAAAAAAA0E/k0-WwLjcO_g/s1600/DSC06394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sgudCT394go/TbixEzIbKpI/AAAAAAAAA0E/k0-WwLjcO_g/s400/DSC06394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600420832638347922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-At8jum0Gjls/TbixEs3BjjI/AAAAAAAAAz8/5f_u9vEwlhE/s1600/DSC06398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-At8jum0Gjls/TbixEs3BjjI/AAAAAAAAAz8/5f_u9vEwlhE/s400/DSC06398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600420830954753586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mCGnXZZNJLE/TbixESYPz2I/AAAAAAAAAz0/0IKG1Gog98s/s1600/DSC06401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mCGnXZZNJLE/TbixESYPz2I/AAAAAAAAAz0/0IKG1Gog98s/s400/DSC06401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600420823846342498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IqI288LNGw/Tbiwm6cqTYI/AAAAAAAAAzs/v05wLaghCU0/s1600/DSC06402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IqI288LNGw/Tbiwm6cqTYI/AAAAAAAAAzs/v05wLaghCU0/s400/DSC06402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600420319206198658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oB6GU6wMazM/TbiwmpVkBSI/AAAAAAAAAzk/UsR3Nj3JaAo/s1600/DSC06408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oB6GU6wMazM/TbiwmpVkBSI/AAAAAAAAAzk/UsR3Nj3JaAo/s400/DSC06408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600420314613024034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SzPHAPwxxBo/TbiwmJ6YuCI/AAAAAAAAAzc/ohHOmAcK7jQ/s1600/DSC06414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SzPHAPwxxBo/TbiwmJ6YuCI/AAAAAAAAAzc/ohHOmAcK7jQ/s400/DSC06414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600420306177538082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6cv2dxB_C_Y/TbiwlvZI61I/AAAAAAAAAzU/gRpYxGSavWk/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6cv2dxB_C_Y/TbiwlvZI61I/AAAAAAAAAzU/gRpYxGSavWk/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600420299058768722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mLRTFM7qpM4/TbiwlvGzgOI/AAAAAAAAAzM/rlR3XbyXUNI/s1600/DSC06419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mLRTFM7qpM4/TbiwlvGzgOI/AAAAAAAAAzM/rlR3XbyXUNI/s400/DSC06419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600420298981867746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sGSiiVn9meA/TbivqqxXsAI/AAAAAAAAAzE/woQ_QXmKJjc/s1600/DSC06420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sGSiiVn9meA/TbivqqxXsAI/AAAAAAAAAzE/woQ_QXmKJjc/s400/DSC06420.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600419284205940738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Leading the horse-Jacomo porta a passeggio il cavallo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eiEQfhH-wtM/TbivqRP5R1I/AAAAAAAAAy8/dHkdksiyUqM/s1600/DSC06424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eiEQfhH-wtM/TbivqRP5R1I/AAAAAAAAAy8/dHkdksiyUqM/s400/DSC06424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600419277354649426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(With Grandpa &amp; Adelia-Con il nonno paterno ed Adelia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ76iEThGbI/Tbivp4ZK9eI/AAAAAAAAAy0/ZpKIr1D3h7k/s1600/DSC06425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ76iEThGbI/Tbivp4ZK9eI/AAAAAAAAAy0/ZpKIr1D3h7k/s400/DSC06425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600419270682670562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A little bit of pasta is needed, even out in the desert-Un po` di pasta anche nel deserto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBhVj9zMyo0/TbivpiA13ZI/AAAAAAAAAys/M0qXjFckwUs/s1600/DSC06426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBhVj9zMyo0/TbivpiA13ZI/AAAAAAAAAys/M0qXjFckwUs/s400/DSC06426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600419264675044754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Harley, Tianna &amp; Jocelyn smiling pretty for the camera-Harley, Tianna &amp; Jocelyn in posa per una foto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3xR_9Ropfw/TgpE_uRhMvI/AAAAAAAAA9A/m3skilrT4Ak/s1600/DSC09125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3xR_9Ropfw/TgpE_uRhMvI/AAAAAAAAA9A/m3skilrT4Ak/s400/DSC09125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623382946269442802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t7cq8L8Bvo8/TbivpHoHqtI/AAAAAAAAAyk/7gxHsC4fs34/s1600/DSC06428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t7cq8L8Bvo8/TbivpHoHqtI/AAAAAAAAAyk/7gxHsC4fs34/s400/DSC06428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600419257592031954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gathering some wood for the fire with Daddy and Uncle Luke- con la legna per il fuoco con Papa` e zio Luke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EL-Kg6aGAXs/TbivKLBTV5I/AAAAAAAAAyc/UgbVNxHrU80/s1600/DSC06429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EL-Kg6aGAXs/TbivKLBTV5I/AAAAAAAAAyc/UgbVNxHrU80/s400/DSC06429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600418725927016338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(With Grandpa &amp; Natalia-con il nonno paterno e Natalia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday afternoon, everybody, except us, left camp to come back the following evening. It was just the 3 of us. Everything was so quiet, you could almost hear yourself think. We sat around the fire, talked while Jacomo played around the camp. We had dinner and roasted some marshmallows and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabato poemriggio, tutti, eccetto noi, sono tornati a casa per ritornare la sera dopo. C'era un silenzio incredibile. Ci siamo seduti intorno al fuoco a chiaccherare mentre Jacomo giocava vicino a noi. Abbiamo cenato, arrostito i marshmallows sul fuoco e andati a letto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OUwqclE11yI/TbivJvVciNI/AAAAAAAAAyU/4i4PAatOuSU/s1600/DSC06430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OUwqclE11yI/TbivJvVciNI/AAAAAAAAAyU/4i4PAatOuSU/s400/DSC06430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600418718495312082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we woke up on Sunday morning: SNOW!!!! During the night, we could hear some soft rain coming down, but early in the morning, it must have turned to snow. It was sure a beautiful view, so peaceful and quiet. When I brought Jacomo's snow clothes with us for the weekend, I would have never thought that they would come handy. James started a fire, and Jacomo played in the snow with his shovel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questa e` la veduta dalla nostra roulotte quando ci siamo svegliati domenica mattina: NEVE!! Durante la notte, potevamo sentire la pioggia scendere piano, ma deve essersi trasformata in neve la mattina presto. Il paesaggio era bellissimo, quasi incantato, tutto intorno solo silenzio e pace. Quando ho messo i vestiti da neve di Jacomo in valigia, mai e poi mai avrei mai pensato che ci sarebbero stati utili. James ha subito fatto il fuoco e Jacomo andava in giro con la pala a rimuovere la neve. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0zfmiib1cMg/TbivJebpg0I/AAAAAAAAAyM/bhywWFq8mvY/s1600/DSC06433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0zfmiib1cMg/TbivJebpg0I/AAAAAAAAAyM/bhywWFq8mvY/s400/DSC06433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600418713957925698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ocT2T3Tws6M/TbivJO3yV3I/AAAAAAAAAyE/2Rvh1I3EA8w/s1600/DSC06436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ocT2T3Tws6M/TbivJO3yV3I/AAAAAAAAAyE/2Rvh1I3EA8w/s400/DSC06436.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600418709780977522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XKaLKs_InCE/TbivI8cZpHI/AAAAAAAAAx8/wcHvdiCYqiM/s1600/DSC06438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XKaLKs_InCE/TbivI8cZpHI/AAAAAAAAAx8/wcHvdiCYqiM/s400/DSC06438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600418704834274418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vuRZ31mJ-LU/TbiulVLu4SI/AAAAAAAAAx0/h9ineKk3e_c/s1600/DSC06441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vuRZ31mJ-LU/TbiulVLu4SI/AAAAAAAAAx0/h9ineKk3e_c/s400/DSC06441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600418092999958818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wc0K9Nt6STA/TbiulLGa9xI/AAAAAAAAAxs/6OozZ0KQDKs/s1600/DSC06443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wc0K9Nt6STA/TbiulLGa9xI/AAAAAAAAAxs/6OozZ0KQDKs/s400/DSC06443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600418090293327634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f1NkGGXAykg/Tbiukw-RVsI/AAAAAAAAAxk/hPZ-rkLKS7k/s1600/DSC06445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f1NkGGXAykg/Tbiukw-RVsI/AAAAAAAAAxk/hPZ-rkLKS7k/s400/DSC06445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600418083279820482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CFE54q_lpgY/TbiukmFO-DI/AAAAAAAAAxc/qetbEbBG8Ks/s1600/DSC06447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CFE54q_lpgY/TbiukmFO-DI/AAAAAAAAAxc/qetbEbBG8Ks/s400/DSC06447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600418080356235314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around lunchtime, thanks to a little bit of sun, the snow started to melt, leaving a lot of mud everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verso l'ora di pranzo, con l'aiuto di un timido sole, la neve ha incominciato a scogliersi e a lasciar posto a fango ovunque.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bbOS9Ysh_Rc/TbiuOvRRzoI/AAAAAAAAAxU/6AN3FXPSdTg/s1600/DSC06451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bbOS9Ysh_Rc/TbiuOvRRzoI/AAAAAAAAAxU/6AN3FXPSdTg/s400/DSC06451.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600417704865549954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Work always finds James-James non stacca mai dal lavoro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u59ZQuk7-nQ/TbiuOf8f-gI/AAAAAAAAAxM/6V-X6PAsnBg/s1600/DSC06454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u59ZQuk7-nQ/TbiuOf8f-gI/AAAAAAAAAxM/6V-X6PAsnBg/s400/DSC06454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600417700751866370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Adelia, Tianna &amp; Jacomo in Price before heading back home-Adelia, Tianna &amp; Jacomo in Price prima di tornare tutti a casa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another holiday without our sweet Vittoria. We miss her terribly. There are no words that can properly describe how much my heart hurts. I'm always surrounded by people, but I feel alone. I don't think that as the approaching second year since Vittoria's passing has been easier, actually has been harder than the first. During the first year, I don't think the shock ever wore off and being in denial was part of my being. Now it's the harsh and cruel reality of this world. And even though I know we will see her again and she is part of our Eternal Family, it still doesn't change the fact that I want her here with us, RIGHT NOW, so we can hold her soft skinny hand  and snuggle up together and more than anything to hear her soft voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un'altra festivita` senza la nostra dolce Vittoria. Ci manca da morire. Non ci sono parole adatte che possono descrivere quanto mi faccia male il cuore. Sono sempre circondata da tanta gente, eppure mi sento sola. Non penso che questo secondo anno dalla sua scomparsa sia piu` facile, forse ancora piu` difficile del primo. Durante il primo anno, non penso che lo shock che abbiamo ricevuto sia mai andato via, eravamo come in catalessi e il rifiuto totale di quanto era successo era parte  di me. Ora invece c'e`la dura e crudele realta` di questo mondo. Nonostante sappiamo che un giorno la rivedremo di nuovo e che siamo una famiglia eterna, non cambia il fatto che vorrei che fosse qui con noi in questo momento, ADESSO. Voglio tenere la sua manina tra le mie, farle le coccole e piu` di ogni altra cosa, vorrei sentire la sua vocina.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5AuGnzSGfEU/TbjbkgnFscI/AAAAAAAAA2c/on6MegvoXnU/s1600/aprile%2B2007%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5AuGnzSGfEU/TbjbkgnFscI/AAAAAAAAA2c/on6MegvoXnU/s400/aprile%2B2007%2B017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600467556910870978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(April 2007-Aprile 2007)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-5082523872069903972?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5082523872069903972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-2011-pasqua-2011.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/5082523872069903972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/5082523872069903972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-2011-pasqua-2011.html' title='Easter 2011- Pasqua 2011'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xie-Dx9TyIk/TbjblJhxQSI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qqzCHDTShEA/s72-c/IM000915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-3308649787615312483</id><published>2011-04-16T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T22:16:36.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Months-20 Mesi</title><content type='html'>(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;It seems that spring is pretty slow to come this year. We went to the cemetery on a quiet but chilly Saturday with my mom and James'parents. The grass at the cemetery was still pretty brown, the ground felt frozen and the wind destroyed Vittoria's flower pinwheel once again. Good thing I came prepared with a new one. &lt;br /&gt;Sembra che la primavera sia in ritardo quest'anno. Siamo andati al cimitero un sabato pomeriggio tranquillo ma freddino con mia mamma e i genitori di James. Il prato era ancora marrone, il terreno gelato e il vento ha distrutto per la seconda volta la girandola di Vittoria a forma di fiore. Per fortuna che ero gia` pronta con una nuova con cui sostituirla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rwSgu6x5pi8/TbjqQpcQ8pI/AAAAAAAAA28/9vliZ5DxljY/s1600/DSC04056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rwSgu6x5pi8/TbjqQpcQ8pI/AAAAAAAAA28/9vliZ5DxljY/s400/DSC04056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600483708358423186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eic95JisT2c/TbjqPtR57yI/AAAAAAAAA2s/PIumhEFaRkM/s1600/DSC04051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eic95JisT2c/TbjqPtR57yI/AAAAAAAAA2s/PIumhEFaRkM/s400/DSC04051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600483692208844578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My in-laws made the pretty purple vase sitting on Vittoria's grave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(La bella farfalla di ferro che i miei genitori hanno preso per Vittoria dovrebbe resistere contro il vento mostruoso di queste parti)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is never an easy trip when we go to the cemetery. It sometimes brings me comfort and peace, others I just feel pure desperation and anguish. A part of me has died 20 months ago, but I can just hope and pray that one day smiling (or laughing) will come easier, without so much sadness and guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Non e` mai facile andare al cimitero. A volte mi sento in pace e confortata, altre volte solo pura disperazione e dolore. Una parte di me e` scomparsa 20 mesi fa, ma spero che un giorno, sorridere sia piu` facile, senza cosi` tanta tristezza e sensi di colpa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss her every single second of our days, this is the most agonizing trial that presents itself to a parent and the grief can be unbearable, but we also don't forget that we still have our little boy who needs us and whom we love so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vittoria ci manca ogni secondo della giornata, questa e` la prova piu` straziante che un genitore possa mai affrontare e il dolore a volte puo`essere impossibile, ma non ci dimentichiamo mai che abbiamo ancora il nostro bimbo che ha bisogno di noi e che al quale vogliamo un bene incredibile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H2epdux8aLw/Tbjrd5iqzrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tjHWnU_SucI/s1600/DSC03911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H2epdux8aLw/Tbjrd5iqzrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tjHWnU_SucI/s400/DSC03911.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600485035530178226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xB8yLZL6Lkw/TbjrdZkAEQI/AAAAAAAAA3c/foNQnlO1nvo/s1600/DSC03898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xB8yLZL6Lkw/TbjrdZkAEQI/AAAAAAAAA3c/foNQnlO1nvo/s400/DSC03898.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600485026945831170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has grown quite a bit, he's a very funny kid and just trying to keep up with him and his mischiefs is adding more gray hair on his parents' head. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacomo e` cresciuto parecchio ultimamente, e` un bimbo divertente e cercare di stare appresso a lui e alle sue biricchinate, e` veramente un'impresa da far venire ancora piu` capelli grigi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1iK26eYietY/TbpJZsPto7I/AAAAAAAAA3s/3174feVFTAE/s1600/DSC03895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1iK26eYietY/TbpJZsPto7I/AAAAAAAAA3s/3174feVFTAE/s400/DSC03895.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600869792311255986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nnDgq4KdbOw/Tbjrc1icmHI/AAAAAAAAA3M/__G4sefsD8g/s1600/DSC03977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nnDgq4KdbOw/Tbjrc1icmHI/AAAAAAAAA3M/__G4sefsD8g/s400/DSC03977.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600485017275635826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vFIXSpaFh2o/TbjrcnhbrjI/AAAAAAAAA3E/heQ5LV5YUi8/s1600/DSC03882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vFIXSpaFh2o/TbjrcnhbrjI/AAAAAAAAA3E/heQ5LV5YUi8/s400/DSC03882.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600485013513285170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting down and relaxing on his sister's reclainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un po` di riposo e relax sulla poltroncina della sorella.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-3308649787615312483?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3308649787615312483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-months-20-mesi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/3308649787615312483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/3308649787615312483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-months-20-mesi.html' title='20 Months-20 Mesi'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rwSgu6x5pi8/TbjqQpcQ8pI/AAAAAAAAA28/9vliZ5DxljY/s72-c/DSC04056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-7602907984906385057</id><published>2011-04-13T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T13:20:09.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colonel-Intermountain Therapy Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llAcoLAuh8w/TaYC6gwHMXI/AAAAAAAAAwc/C-c7h32OBp0/s1600/DSC02904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llAcoLAuh8w/TaYC6gwHMXI/AAAAAAAAAwc/C-c7h32OBp0/s400/DSC02904.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595162791301820786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ur4bfNnBV2M/TaYC6UTYtsI/AAAAAAAAAwU/tdrD9_5Ptr4/s1600/DSC02902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ur4bfNnBV2M/TaYC6UTYtsI/AAAAAAAAAwU/tdrD9_5Ptr4/s400/DSC02902.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595162787960108738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfd1Ldh8v0k/TaYC5z9numI/AAAAAAAAAwM/sH_npTG6Nbg/s1600/DSC02901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfd1Ldh8v0k/TaYC5z9numI/AAAAAAAAAwM/sH_npTG6Nbg/s400/DSC02901.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595162779278883426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HGxFyTJdyJM/TaYC5iG3TjI/AAAAAAAAAwE/Q_tzDro1k5A/s1600/DSC02900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HGxFyTJdyJM/TaYC5iG3TjI/AAAAAAAAAwE/Q_tzDro1k5A/s400/DSC02900.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595162774485814834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.therapyanimals.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colonel was a Therapy Dog that often visited little patients at Primary Children's Hospital. He visited Vittoria in April 2009, while she was recovering from a back and foot surgery. She fed him carrots and he did tricks for her. Sadly Colonel passed away a couple of weeks ago from cancer a few weeks before turning 12. He will be missed, but we know that our little girl is playing with him now! Thank you for your endless love and for making our daughter smile during such a difficult time! R.I.P. Colonel!! Thank you Susan Daynes for sharing Colonel with us! We will never forget him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colonel era un cane terapia che spesso visitava i piccoli pazienti all'ospedale di Primary Children. Nell'aprile 2009, e` venuto a trovare Vittoria, in convalescenza a seguito di un'ennesima operazione alla schiena e ad un piede. Lei gli ha dato da mangiare una carota e lui ha fatto un trucco. Purtroppo Colonel e` venuto a mancare un paio di settimane fa a causa di un cancro poche settimane prima di compiere 12 anni. Ci manchera`, ma adesso sappiamo che sicuramente stara` giocando con la nostra bimba !! Grazie per il tuo immenso affetto e per aver fatto sorridere nostra figlia! Grazie Susan Daynes per averci fatto conoscere Colonel, non lo dimenticheremo mai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W7rIgf1T1oY/TaYDGB1peyI/AAAAAAAAAws/JbRiW3IM-CI/s1600/DSC02908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W7rIgf1T1oY/TaYDGB1peyI/AAAAAAAAAws/JbRiW3IM-CI/s400/DSC02908.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595162989161970466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-454vyESuvno/TaYDF2_QiNI/AAAAAAAAAwk/YRhlFh1fuJs/s1600/DSC02907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-454vyESuvno/TaYDF2_QiNI/AAAAAAAAAwk/YRhlFh1fuJs/s400/DSC02907.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595162986249488594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-7602907984906385057?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7602907984906385057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/colonel-intermountain-therapy-dog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/7602907984906385057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/7602907984906385057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/colonel-intermountain-therapy-dog.html' title='Colonel-Intermountain Therapy Dog'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llAcoLAuh8w/TaYC6gwHMXI/AAAAAAAAAwc/C-c7h32OBp0/s72-c/DSC02904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-3617918505687374886</id><published>2011-03-18T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T20:42:53.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Months-19 Mesi</title><content type='html'>(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;This month we finally made it down to Price, actually right on the 16th. It was a pretty nice day, a beginning spring day and even though the grass all around was dry and brown, at least Vittoria's grave was not covered with snow. My parents flew in from Italy to be with us for a while and it was nice to go with them, since they haven't been to the cemetery since last August. We, together with my parents and James' mom, bought beautiful fresh flowers to replace the silky fake ones that have been on her grave all winter long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questo mese finalmente siamo riusciti ad andare a Price, proprio il 16. Era una bella giornata, tipica di inizio primavera e anche se il prato tutto intorno era secco e marrone, almeno la tomba di Vittoria non era coperta da mezzo metro di neve, come durante l'inverno. Sono venuti anche i miei genitori dall'Italia per stare con noi per un po'. Sono stata contenta di esserci andata con loro, visto che l'ultima volta e'stata lo scorso agosto. Con i miei genitori e mia suocera, abbiamo comprato dei bellissimi fiori freschi per sostituire quelli finti di plastica che sono stati sulla tomba durante tutto l'inverno.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CuvHF_AXngA/TZeeE3BXjnI/AAAAAAAAAu0/t-xcjhycNAQ/s1600/DSC03708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CuvHF_AXngA/TZeeE3BXjnI/AAAAAAAAAu0/t-xcjhycNAQ/s400/DSC03708.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591111268730113650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Finally some pretty fresh flowers from Dad, Mamma &amp; Jacomo and the 4 grandparents-Finalmente dei bei fiori freschi da noi e dai 4 nonni)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QEblwGZCvWY/TZeeE9cMSWI/AAAAAAAAAu8/7UdJyQE2g4g/s1600/DSC03717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QEblwGZCvWY/TZeeE9cMSWI/AAAAAAAAAu8/7UdJyQE2g4g/s400/DSC03717.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591111270453234018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the cemetery is never easy, and for me it's not less painful and sad of what has been in the first few months since her passing. I miss her so very much and wish this was just a long nightmare I would like to wake up from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andare al cimitero non e` mai facile, anche se sono passati 18 mesi per me e` sempre doloroso e triste come le prime settimane dopo la sua scomparsa. Mi manca cosi` tanto e vorrei tanto svegliarmi da questo lungo incubo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the cemetery, we met up with James' dad and my American (host) family for an afternoon of riding horses (Jacomo did), playing with a backhoe (James  &amp; Jacomo), and chasing chickens ( Jacomo, Tice &amp; Shem). I visited with my parents, in-laws and host parents and took pictures of my little boy. He had a lot of fun, rolling in the dirt and just being outside. By the time we were ready to go back home, he hadcrushed so hard nothing could wake him up. Interesting enough, on the way home, in the canyon, we got hit by a short but intense snow blizzard. It ended another difficult day without our little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dopo aver lasciato il cimitero, ci siamo ritrovati con mio suocero e la famiglia con cui ho vissuto quando ho fatto l'anno negli U.S.A. per un pomeriggio all'insegna di passeggiate a cavallo (Jacomo), un giro sulla ruspa (James &amp; Jacomo) e a rincorrere le galline (Jacomo, Tice &amp; Shem). Io ho chiacchierato tutto il tempo con la mia famiglia e fatto foto al mio bimbo. Jacomo si e' divertito un mondo, a rotolarsi nella terra e a correre all'aria aperta. Giunta l'ora di fare ritorno a casa la sera stessa, Jacomo e' crollato e niente e nessuno lo poteva svegliare. Fatto interessante e' stato che sulla via del ritorno, in mezzo al canyon, ci siamo ritrovati letteralmente in una bufera di neve, breve ma intensa. Ha segnato la fine di un altro difficile giorno senza la nostra bambina.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1pYMsui1mOA/TZeebgTTPNI/AAAAAAAAAvs/zctgngT-_vk/s1600/DSC03774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1pYMsui1mOA/TZeebgTTPNI/AAAAAAAAAvs/zctgngT-_vk/s400/DSC03774.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591111657768303826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRlCmmlfRMc/TZeebCACBuI/AAAAAAAAAvU/mJdEz0semrI/s1600/DSC03765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRlCmmlfRMc/TZeebCACBuI/AAAAAAAAAvU/mJdEz0semrI/s400/DSC03765.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591111649634420450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTNmaodihzk/TZeeFUwNlXI/AAAAAAAAAvM/J69Vda0tNx4/s1600/DSC03732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTNmaodihzk/TZeeFUwNlXI/AAAAAAAAAvM/J69Vda0tNx4/s400/DSC03732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591111276711220594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SoyYgvpJLEM/TZeeFOTyu8I/AAAAAAAAAvE/V719WfXbvBI/s1600/DSC03725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SoyYgvpJLEM/TZeeFOTyu8I/AAAAAAAAAvE/V719WfXbvBI/s400/DSC03725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591111274981407682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Jacomo is very much like his sister, if not even more hardheaded and persistent, hence the many gray hairs showing up on my head. I think he is, once again like her, a good mix of James and myself: loves horses, snowmobiles, 4 wheelers, planes, helicopters, trucks and construction equipment (just like dad) and enjoys soccer, motorbikes, cars and swimming, sparkling water (like mom). Like Vittoria, he &lt;strong&gt;loves&lt;/strong&gt; vegetables, especially eggplants, mushrooms and zucchini, likes pizza and pasta, but really doesn't care for lasagna (sigh!). He will not eat Mac and Cheese and would rather have Panda Express over MacDonalds (yes!). We'll see how long that will last. Overall he is a very good little boy, even though he's a litttle cute pest, but already very helpful around the house and very loving and funny. He sure is a blessing to us and our family. We love him so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Penso che Jacomo di carattere assomigli molto alla sorella, se non addirittura ancora piu` ostinato e persistente, da qui la comparsa dei miei tanti capelli grigi.Proprio come lei, penso che lui sia un buon mix di James ed io: ama i cavalli, le motoslitte, elicotteri, aerei e macchinari da costruzione (come il papa`) e ama il calcio, le moto, le macchine, il nuoto e l'acqua frizzante (come la mamma). Come Vittoria, anche Jacomo adora le verdure, soprattutto le melanzane, i funghi e le zucchine, gli piace la pasta e la pizza, ma poco gli importa della lasagna. Non mangia la pasta con il formaggio e preferisce Panda Express (cibo cinese) al MacDonalds. Vedremo quanto durera` tutto questo. Nell'insieme e` davvero un bravo bimbo, anche se parecchio peste, pero` gia` aiuta per casa ed e` molto amorevole e divertente e di sicuro e' davvero una benedizione per noi e la nostra famiglia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNdtgzmEccQ/TZeebSqfi3I/AAAAAAAAAvc/oe1n3AMEM3g/s1600/DSC03829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNdtgzmEccQ/TZeebSqfi3I/AAAAAAAAAvc/oe1n3AMEM3g/s400/DSC03829.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591111654107482994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is growing up so fast, it seems like yesterday that I just had him and Vittoria was feeding him his very first bottle. How proud she was and I know she still is to see him so big and healthy. He is such a boy!! The things he does and noises he makes there is no doubt he is all boy, but he also has a very tender and sweet side that comes out when he wants to cuddle and when he sees Vittoria's photos: he just goes up to them and kisses them, without any input on our side. That is the sweetest but also the most heartwrenching moment for me. &lt;br /&gt;We do miss her so very much and hope she is proud of her parents and her little brother. We are trying really hard to make the best out of each day and be good examples to our boy, but I wish she was here (physically) to help us and comfort us.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the ground has been taken from underneath my feet and I'm trying to walk on a piece of string. It doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacomo sta crescendo velocemente, mi sembra ieri di averlo appena avuto e Vittoria gli stava dando il suo primo biberon. Era cosi' orgogliosa e so che ancora lo e' nel vederlo crescere cosi' forte e sano. Comunque Jacomo e' proprio maschio! Le cose che fa e i vari suoni e rumori che fa quando gioca non lasciano dubbi, ma ha anche un lato molto tenero e dolce che viene fuori quando vuole fare le coccole e quando vede le foto di Vittoria: senza nessun aiuto da parte nostra, lui le prende e bacia la sorella. E' il momento piu' dolce ma piu' struggente per me.&lt;br /&gt;Ci manca da morire e spero che sia orgogliosa di noi e di suo fratello. Ogni giorno cerchiamo di fare il nostro meglio e cerchiamo di essere di buon esempio per il nostro bimbo, ma vorrei che lei fosse qui (fisicamente) ad aiutarci e comfortarci. &lt;br /&gt;E' come se mi avessero tolto la terra da sotto i piedi e adesso sto cercando di camminare su un filo... non funziona.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vittoria, we love you and miss you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-3617918505687374886?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3617918505687374886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/19-months-19-mesi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/3617918505687374886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/3617918505687374886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/19-months-19-mesi.html' title='19 Months-19 Mesi'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CuvHF_AXngA/TZeeE3BXjnI/AAAAAAAAAu0/t-xcjhycNAQ/s72-c/DSC03708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-6793033845025845324</id><published>2011-02-16T17:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T15:05:04.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Months-18 Mesi</title><content type='html'>(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! 18 months already. They are the fastest yet slowest 18 months of our lives. It is hard to believe it has been a whole year and a half. The sound of Vittoria's giggles, laugh and little voice are so vivid in our minds but there's a hole is in our souls longing to hear her again. The little video clips and bits of recordings are now priceless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gia` sono passati 18 mesi. Sono passati cosi` velocemente, ma allo stesso tempo cosi` lentamente che e` difficile credere che sia passato gia` un anno e mezzo. Le risate e la sua vocina sono cosi` vivide nel nostro animo, ma c'e` un buco nelle nostre anime che bramano di sentirle di nuovo. I filmini e le registrazioni adesso non hanno prezzo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BYVcQUzZTQo/TZeQ_RWkpeI/AAAAAAAAAuc/ZUREZZjMkLc/s1600/DSC06307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BYVcQUzZTQo/TZeQ_RWkpeI/AAAAAAAAAuc/ZUREZZjMkLc/s400/DSC06307.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591096879067997666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't make it to the cemetery on the 16th of this month, the weather and the road conditions have been somewhat treacherous, but it doesn't mean Vittoria was far from our hearts and minds. She is always there. I usually wear something purple for the day and look at scrapbooks of her life. I haven't been able to watch any of her home videos lately. I can't... because the only thing I want to do is grab her through the screen and hold her tight and never let her go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Non ce l'abbiamo fatta ad andare al cimitero per il 16 di questo mese. Le condizioni del tempo e delle strade sono purtroppo proibitive, a causa delle continue tormente di neve e ghiaccio, ma cio` non significa che lei sia lontana dai nostri cuori e dai nostri pensieri. Vittoria e` sempre li`. Di solito il 16 di ogni mese indosso qualcosa di viola e trascorro un po` di tempo a guardare i suoi album fotografici. Ultimamente non sono piu` riuscita a vedere i suoi filmini. Non ce la faccio, perche` l'unica cosa che voglio fare e` di afferrarla attraverso lo schermo, stringerla forte a me e non lasciarla andare mai piu`.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NACzHLtUPxo/TZeCJIrhH8I/AAAAAAAAAuM/YDcLE5YIuD4/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NACzHLtUPxo/TZeCJIrhH8I/AAAAAAAAAuM/YDcLE5YIuD4/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591080555864203202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our days are often busy: James is super busy with work, and I'm trying to keep up with Jacomo. He's 28 months old and full of energy. He makes us laugh. He is very stubborn, oh so very stubborn, I wonder where he got that from?!?!? He's testing our limits and sometimes our patience. But we are already experienced from that point of view, oh yes, because our Vittoria is a headstrong and very tenacious little girl. I do believe her determination and strength were a gift from Heavenly Father so that she could endure all she went through in her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Le nostre giornate sono spesso piene: James e` sempre occupatissimo con il lavoro ed io cerco di stare appresso a Jacomo. Ha quasi 28 mesi e non si ferma mai. Ci fa ridere con le sue espressioni. E`molto testardo, molto molto testardo, mi chiedo da chi l'avra` mai presa questa cocciutaggine?!?!? Mette alla prova i nostri limiti e la nostra pazienza, ma noi siamo gia`parecchio esperti da quel punto di vista, oh si` perche` la nostra Vittoria e`una bimba molto ostinata e caparbia. Non ho dubbi che la sua determinazione e la sua forza fossero un regalo del Signore affinche` potesse sopportare tutte le dfficolta` nella sua vita.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cG6BCZLK3OU/TZeQ_rDRiVI/AAAAAAAAAus/uEGFKumJF5c/s1600/DSC03649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cG6BCZLK3OU/TZeQ_rDRiVI/AAAAAAAAAus/uEGFKumJF5c/s400/DSC03649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591096885966375250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--QEcTqq52WE/TZeQ_ZK6RAI/AAAAAAAAAuk/8HiA95mrKcE/s1600/DSC03643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--QEcTqq52WE/TZeQ_ZK6RAI/AAAAAAAAAuk/8HiA95mrKcE/s400/DSC03643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591096881166566402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iluSbyosRxk/TZeQ_GFwUrI/AAAAAAAAAuU/y4QTSxe7Ho4/s1600/DSC06225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iluSbyosRxk/TZeQ_GFwUrI/AAAAAAAAAuU/y4QTSxe7Ho4/s400/DSC06225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591096876044669618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacomo loves to go into his sister's bedroom (never without supervision) and always looks around in awe and wonder. He has been playing with some of her toys, but soon gets tired of them because they are too girly and I think he doesn't know what to do with them. Mostly he just likes to sit and listen to her horse carousels. He likes to touch her things, her clothes, her books and her bed. I remember Vittoria bringing him to her bedroom once, when Jacomo was probably 7-8 months old, and showing him all her things and talking to him like she was showing them to her best friend. Now I think back to that time and it moves me. Now I wonder if Jacomo   remembers that time together  or she is whispering to him :" Jacomo, remember when I showed you my things?". Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacomo ama andare in camera di Vittoria ( mai senza supervisione) e si guarda intorno sempre con un'aria di meraviglia e venerazione. Ogni tanto gioca con i giocattoli della sorella, ma si stufa presto perche` sono troppo da femmina e non sa cosa farci, ma soprattutto gli piace sedersi per terra e ascoltare i suoi carillon con i cavalli. Gli piace toccare le sue cose, i suoi vestiti, i suoi libri e il suo letto. Ricordo una volta quando Jacom avra` avuto 7-8 mesi e Vittoria lo aveva portato in camera sua per fargli vedere tutti i suoi tesori e gli parlava come se stesse in compagnia della sua amica del cuore. Ricordo quel giorno e mi commuovo. Ora mi chiedo se quando Jacomo va in camera di Vittoria per vedere le sue cose, se lui si ricorda di quel tenero momento con la sorella o magari e` lei che gli sussurra nell'orecchio:"Jacomo, ti ricordi quando ti ho mostrato le mie cose?". Chissa`.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vittoria, we miss you and love you very much! Watch over us and your little brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vittoria, ti vogliamo tanto bene e ci manchi! Stai vicino a noi e tieni d'occhio tuo fratello!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-6793033845025845324?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6793033845025845324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/02/18-months-18-mesi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/6793033845025845324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/6793033845025845324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/02/18-months-18-mesi.html' title='18 Months-18 Mesi'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BYVcQUzZTQo/TZeQ_RWkpeI/AAAAAAAAAuc/ZUREZZjMkLc/s72-c/DSC06307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-891003652089680159</id><published>2011-01-16T14:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T16:01:39.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Months-17 Mesi</title><content type='html'>(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;The 16th of each month is harder than any other day, but when it falls on a Sunday it brings a lot of memories from the day our sweet baby girl passed. This Sunday was a bittersweet day, in fact it was Vittoria's best friend B.'s birthday and we had the opportunity to be there to celebrate with her and her family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il 16 di ogni mese e` piu` difficile di qualsiasi altro giorno, soprattutto quando cade di domenica, perche` ritornano i ricordi del giorno della scomparsa della nostra dolce bimba. Questa domenica e` stata una giornata di tristi e dolorose memorie, ma anche un giorno di dolce serenita`, infatti era il compleanno della migliore amica di Vittoria, B. e noi abbiamo avuto l'opportunita` di celebrare con lei e la sua famiglia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TUZAd3jC5LI/AAAAAAAAAs8/tH8OpHysnV8/s1600/IM000311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TUZAd3jC5LI/AAAAAAAAAs8/tH8OpHysnV8/s400/IM000311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568208871161521330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(July 2005-Luglio 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some it might sound weird and painful and even crazy to be part of things like this, but we never missed B.'s birthday when Vittoria was still here, and I have no doubt she would have not wanted us to miss it. In my heart I also know that our girl was there for her friend's birthday, clapping and cheering like she had done so many times in the past. When it was time for B. to blow her candles, I could "see" our Vittoria standing by her friend eagerly waiting to give her a hug and pose for pictures together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Per alcune persone puo` sembrare strano e doloroso e persino folle partecipare a cose di questo genere, ma non abbiamo mai perso il compleanno di B. quando Vittoria era ancora tra noi, e non ho alcun dubbio che non vorrebbe mai che incominciassimo a farlo adesso. In cuor mio so che Vittoria era li` per la sua amica, ad applaudire e a esultare come ha fatto gia` tanto volte in passato. Quando e` giunta l'ora di spengere le candeline, potevo "vedere" Vittoria in piedi accanto alla sua amichetta ad aspettare ansiosamente di darle un abbraccio e di posare per le foto insieme.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TUZAdeOnkWI/AAAAAAAAAs0/4YO7-XlpM_k/s1600/DSC03340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TUZAdeOnkWI/AAAAAAAAAs0/4YO7-XlpM_k/s400/DSC03340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568208864364958050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(May 28th, 2009-28 Maggio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really does not matter if we go to a birthday party or a family function or simply grocery shopping, everything I do is hard and painful without her. I miss her smile and her funny comments, her constant checking on me to make sure I was ok, just like a little mom. I'm trying to make her proud and show her that I'm a tough cookie just like her, but I am not, sometimes I feel like I'm dying inside and I just want to scream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Non ha importanza se andiamo ad una festa di compleanno or ad un raduno familiare or anche semplicemente a fare la spesa, qualsiasi cosa io faccia e` difficile e dolorosa senza di lei, Mi mancano il suo sorriso e le sue battute, il suo continuo accertarsi che io stia bene, come una mammina. Sto cercando di renderla orgogliosa e mostrarle che sono una tipa tosta proprio come lei, ma non lo sono, certe volte mi sento morire dentro e vorrei tanto urlare.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TUZAdbze63I/AAAAAAAAAss/qwioK5KggsM/s1600/DSC00801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TUZAdbze63I/AAAAAAAAAss/qwioK5KggsM/s400/DSC00801.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568208863714274162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(July 25, 2006- 25 Luglio 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I received a very touching compliment from a lady that never met Vittoria and did not know about her passing. As I opened my wallet to show her my I.D., her eyes went to a photo of Vittoria taken almost 2 years ago. She looked at me, then back at her photo, then back at me and she said:" You look like her!". I smiled, touched and proud to look like my brave daughter, I nodded and said with a mom's heart full of love "Yes, I do!". That comment made my day, stayed in my heart as the best compliment I have ever received, especially because Vittoria always said that we were twins: both with brown eyes and curly brown hair, glasses, skinny ( I wish!) and food lovers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qualche settimana fa, ho ricevuto un complimento molto toccante da una signore che non ha mai conosciuto Vittoria e non sapeva della sua scomparsa. Come ho aperto il mio portafoglio per mostrarle la mia patente, il suo sguardo si e` posato su una foto di Vittoria di circa 2 anni fa. Lei prima mi ha guardato, poi ha guardato la foto, poi mi ha riguardato bene e mi ha detto:" Le somigli!". Ho sorriso, commossa ed orgogliosa di assomigliare alla mia coraggiosa bimba, e annuendo le ho detto " Si`, e vero!". Quel commento mi e` rimasto nel cuore, e` stato il piu` bel complimento che avessi mai ricevuto,soprattutto perche` Vittoria diceva sempre che lei ed io eravamo gemelle: entrambe con gli occhi marroni e i capelli ricci e castani, con gli occhiali, magre (magari!) e amanti del mangiare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TUZYDM1xwtI/AAAAAAAAAtE/fuKhSamPNzM/s1600/DSC02195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TUZYDM1xwtI/AAAAAAAAAtE/fuKhSamPNzM/s400/DSC02195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568234801299833554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(November 10, 2008- 1o novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Vittoria, not a day goes by that your Daddy and I don't think about you and miss you tremendously and not a day goes by that your little brother doesn't "talk" to you on the phone or sends kisses to your photos and hugs your stuffed dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolce Vittoria, non passa un giorno che il tuo papa` ed io non ti pensiamo e sentiamo la tua mancanza e non passa un giorno che il tuo fratellino non ti "parla" al telefono o non manda baci alle tue foto o abbraccia il tuo peluche preferito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TI VOGLIAMO BENE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-891003652089680159?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/891003652089680159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/01/17-months-17-mesi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/891003652089680159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/891003652089680159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/01/17-months-17-mesi.html' title='17 Months-17 Mesi'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TUZAd3jC5LI/AAAAAAAAAs8/tH8OpHysnV8/s72-c/IM000311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-5653895842008915471</id><published>2011-01-10T13:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T21:36:49.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS 2010-NATALE 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6YEhHu7qDos/TZf4rSs18GI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Ci8TDVsptck/s1600/RSCN3862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6YEhHu7qDos/TZf4rSs18GI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Ci8TDVsptck/s400/RSCN3862.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591210885041746018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TUcrk7O19YI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ts3n_2xDdc8/s1600/DSC06305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TUcrk7O19YI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ts3n_2xDdc8/s400/DSC06305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568467377642141058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vittoria's Christmas wreath with the Teddy Bear from her Daddy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mom's Turn)&lt;br /&gt;We started out the month of December trying to recover from our Thanksgiving Holiday spent at the cabin, which meant loads of laundry, grocery shopping, bills to pay, projects to finish and deliver and more packing to ger ready for Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;Four days before Christmas, I had the opportunity to go to Primary Children's Hospital to assist some Italian Friends during a medical visit with Vittoria's back doctor. For a long time I had debated wether to go or not. I went. I wanted to help out my friends but also I wanted to see Vittoria's doctor again. Last time we saw him was right after her passing. We owe so much to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abbiamo iniziato il mese di dicembre cercando di riprenderci dalle vacanze per la Festa del Ringraziamento che abbiamo trascorso alla baita, il che ha significato lavatrici da fare a raffica, spesa, bollette da pagare, progetti da finire e consegnare e di fare di nuovo le valigie per ripartire per Natale. &lt;br /&gt;Quattro giorni prima di Natale, Ho avuto l'opportunita` di andare all'ospedale di Primary Children per assistere degli amici italiani durante una visita medica con il "dottore della schiena" di Vittoria (chirurgo ortopedico). Per un un bel po` di tempo, ho discusso se andare o no. Ci sono andata. Volevo aiutare i nostri amici, ma volevo rivedere il dottore di Vittoria. L'ultima volta che lo abbiamo visto e` stato subito dopo la scomparsa di Vittoria. Gli dobbiamo molto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few months before Christmas, I was able to work on some fleece blankets to give to the CardioThoracic Department of the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit, where Vittoria spent her last 4 weeks of her life. During her stay, and also during the past years, she had received so many blankets donated by kind strangers to comfort the sick children in the PICU, and I wanted to give something back, in Vittoria's honor. &lt;br /&gt;As I was measuring, cutting and making knots, I felt my baby girl by me, "helping" me when my back was too sore to stand or my fingers hurt too much to make another knot. Our Vittoria loved to help out and she hurt seeing other kids in pain. I think she "suggested"  to me this idea of making blankets, since she knows her mom is &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; limited in the craft department.  &lt;br /&gt;Per un po` di mesi prima di Natale, sono riuscita a fare delle coperte in pile da dare al Reparto Cardio-Toracico dell"Unita` di Terapia Intensiva, dove Vittoria ha trascorso le ultime 4 settimane della sua vita. Durante la sua permanenza, e anche durante gli anni passati, Vittoria ha ricevuto tantissime coperte, donate da generosi sconosciuti per confortare i bimbi malati in Terapia Intensica. Volevo dare qualcosa in ritorno, in onore di Vittoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ho sentito la mia bimba vicina a me quando tagliavo, misuravo e facevo nodi, "mi aiutava" quando avevo la schiena che mi faceva male o le dita indolenzite. La nostra Vittoria amava aiutare e le faceva male vedere altri bambini che soffrivano. Penso che sia stata lei a "suggerirmi" di fare queste coperte, visto che sa che la sua mamma e` piuttosto negata per cio` che e`"artigianale"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no greater joy than to hand those blankets over to the hospital stuff. I could feel my heart beating like crazy, and could hardly hold back the tears. I imagined the nurses placing the blankets on those kids, making them look like they were in a normal bed, instead of a hospital one. I imagined the parents adjusting the blankets and tucking their kids in like they would do at home. &lt;br /&gt;Making and giving those blankets was the best Christmas gift I could have ever received. "Grandma" Judy is my inspiration now. My project has not ended with Christmas, it will keep going on for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Non c'e` stata gioia piu` grande che dare le coperte alle infermiere. Mi sentivo il cuore battere all'impazzata, e a fatica potevo trattenere le lacrime. Ho immaginato le infermiere posare le coperte sui bambini, come se fossero in un letto normale e non in uno d'ospedale. Ho immaginato i genitori aggiustare le coperte e rimboccarle intorno ai figli come se fossero a casa.&lt;br /&gt;Fare le coperte e donarle e` stato il regalo piu` bello ( e terapeutico) che potessi mai ricevere. "Nonna" Judy e` il mio esempio da seguire Il mio progetto non e` finito con la stagione natalizia, continuera` per il resto della mia vita. &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I met her doctor, I was a basket case. We saw each other from far away and for a moment it felt like I was there for another of Vittoria's visits. It was good to see him and know that he still thinks of our sweet baby girl often. &lt;br /&gt;We will be always eternally grateful to him for what he did for Vittoria and her back. &lt;br /&gt;Needless to say that once I got home, I fell apart completely. But in all of this, I must say that I was proud of myself for keeping it together while at the hospital and  for being able to finish a project I started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando e` arrivato il momento di incontrare il dottore, ero un "macello". Ci siamo visti da lontano e per un secondo mi e` sembrato di essere li` per una delle tante visite di Vittoria. Sono stata contenta di averlo rivisto e sapere che spesso pensa alla nostra bimba.&lt;br /&gt;Gli saremo eternamente grati per quello che ha fatto per Vittoria e la sua schiena.&lt;br /&gt;Inutile dire che una volta tornata a casa, sono crollata. In tutto questo, devo dire che sono stata orgaogliosa di me stessa per non aver perso il controllo all'ospedale e soprattutto per aver finito un progetto gia` iniziato.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuF8ewcLJI/AAAAAAAAAr0/dEOd7YMRI-w/s1600/DSC06240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuF8ewcLJI/AAAAAAAAAr0/dEOd7YMRI-w/s400/DSC06240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560685439013891218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Vittoria's Christmas tree. It's a little tree we bought her when she was 4 I think, she wanted a tree in her bedroom and that she could decorate with her stuff. So she got My Little Ponies ornaments, and little stars and bells on it and every single year she would have her tree displayed in her room. Since I didn't feel much like having a tree or decorating the house, I got her tree out and put it in the kitchen. I think she would have liked it where we put it, to be seen by everybody, but away from her little brother's fingers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questo alberello di Natale appartiene a Vittoria. Le abbiamo comprato un albero che fosse tutto suo, aveva 4 anni e ne voleva uno da mettere in camera sua e che potesse decorare con le sue cose. Cosi` con le decorazioni di My Little Ponies e stelle e campanelle ed ogni anno il suo albero era in mostra in camera sua. Visto che anche questo anno non avevo nessunissima voglia di avere un albero o decorare la casa, ho tirato fuori il suo albero e l'ho messo in cucina. Penso che le sarebbe piaciuto dove lo abbiamo messo, in vista , ma lontano dalle mani del fratello!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we spent Christmas with James' side of the family, and as tradition, we went to the cabin. IT was pretty cold, I think it reached -11 one night, but during the day it wasn't too bad, even though I don't think it never went over 14 degrees. We got to go sledding and have snowball fights. &lt;br /&gt;Quest'anno abbiamo trascorso il Natale con la famiglia di James e come da tradizione, siamo andati alla baita. Ha fatto parecchio freddo, penso che una notte la temperatura abbia raggiunto i -23, ma durante il giorno non si stava malissimo, anche se non superava mai i -10. Siamo stati sullo slittino e fatto a guerra di palle di neve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuF8EXSYhI/AAAAAAAAArs/0F6huo9kakE/s1600/DSC06007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuF8EXSYhI/AAAAAAAAArs/0F6huo9kakE/s400/DSC06007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560685431929070098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuF71O9VXI/AAAAAAAAArk/cSVVmU_ZiKw/s1600/DSC06012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuF71O9VXI/AAAAAAAAArk/cSVVmU_ZiKw/s400/DSC06012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560685427867604338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuFPUG2TqI/AAAAAAAAArc/W-vLzOfIxc0/s1600/DSC06026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuFPUG2TqI/AAAAAAAAArc/W-vLzOfIxc0/s400/DSC06026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560684663060975266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I got my niece Payton to pose for a photo, but Jacomo was ready to catch her- Sono riuscita a far posare mia nipote Payton per una foto, ma Jacomo era pronto per colpirla)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuFPEJNUzI/AAAAAAAAArU/0H1ZL8TzDO4/s1600/DSC06027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuFPEJNUzI/AAAAAAAAArU/0H1ZL8TzDO4/s400/DSC06027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560684658775905074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuFOzT7R3I/AAAAAAAAArM/cy6VAEJGRiY/s1600/DSC06028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuFOzT7R3I/AAAAAAAAArM/cy6VAEJGRiY/s400/DSC06028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560684654257457010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuFOk37rHI/AAAAAAAAArE/lCG6GhJiTPo/s1600/DSC06029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuFOk37rHI/AAAAAAAAArE/lCG6GhJiTPo/s400/DSC06029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560684650381945970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuFBWPE3ZI/AAAAAAAAAq0/iVJwjqxd_yo/s1600/DSC06031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuFBWPE3ZI/AAAAAAAAAq0/iVJwjqxd_yo/s400/DSC06031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560684423114186130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think he is pretty satisfied with himself-Mi sembra piuttosto soddisfatto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuFBAVbMqI/AAAAAAAAAqs/oMRpCOVSo-E/s1600/DSC06046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuFBAVbMqI/AAAAAAAAAqs/oMRpCOVSo-E/s400/DSC06046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560684417235235490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuFA6c6abI/AAAAAAAAAqk/QNoDKxKdrQE/s1600/DSC06060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuFA6c6abI/AAAAAAAAAqk/QNoDKxKdrQE/s400/DSC06060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560684415656028594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuNmlxL3fI/AAAAAAAAAr8/pNrU0IN4ax8/s1600/DSC08448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuNmlxL3fI/AAAAAAAAAr8/pNrU0IN4ax8/s400/DSC08448.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560693859031965170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I brought this ornament for the cabin tree so that I could have my little girl there too-Ho portato questa decorazione per l'albero della baita cosi` potevo avere la mia bimba li` con me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve, each member of the family has one gift to unwrap, which is usually a pajamas. James got the U of U top and bottom. Jacomo and I got matching Moose pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La sera della Vigilia di Natale, ogni membro della famiglia puo` scartare un regalo, che di solito e` un pigiama nuovo. James ha ricevuto il pantalone e la maglietta della U of U, mentre Jacomo ed io abbiamo i pigiami dell' Alce.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuEOHsTZbI/AAAAAAAAAqc/dOHTBrK4Kt0/s1600/DSC06076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuEOHsTZbI/AAAAAAAAAqc/dOHTBrK4Kt0/s400/DSC06076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560683543036913074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuEOFuP5iI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Fzlf2FQIsJA/s1600/DSC06083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuEOFuP5iI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Fzlf2FQIsJA/s400/DSC06083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560683542508201506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuEN1MWNPI/AAAAAAAAAqM/1yxUPqrM9bE/s1600/DSC06095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuEN1MWNPI/AAAAAAAAAqM/1yxUPqrM9bE/s400/DSC06095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560683538071041266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas morning, while waiting for everybody to wake up and go downstairs,Mary fixes Tianna's hair while Adelia looks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La mattina di Natale, in attesa che tutti si sveglino, Mary cerca di rendere presentabile i capelli della figlia Tianna mentre Adelia aspetta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuENNh6RPI/AAAAAAAAAqE/-aXnEtx-aFc/s1600/DSC06112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuENNh6RPI/AAAAAAAAAqE/-aXnEtx-aFc/s400/DSC06112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560683527424066802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TTsWvxSAhfI/AAAAAAAAAsk/x7Vw2c0J9FM/s1600/DSC08342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TTsWvxSAhfI/AAAAAAAAAsk/x7Vw2c0J9FM/s400/DSC08342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565066774484911602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuD1-rN1vI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Y0GbdtXGyxM/s1600/DSC06116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuD1-rN1vI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Y0GbdtXGyxM/s400/DSC06116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560683128299575026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The kids are loose on the floor-I bimbi in corsa verso i giocattoli)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuD12I_r3I/AAAAAAAAAp0/RJJIHnq4cm4/s1600/DSC06118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuD12I_r3I/AAAAAAAAAp0/RJJIHnq4cm4/s400/DSC06118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560683126008557426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuD1aHTduI/AAAAAAAAAps/9edX0uTtW5k/s1600/DSC06121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuD1aHTduI/AAAAAAAAAps/9edX0uTtW5k/s400/DSC06121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560683118485272290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuD1BR7qLI/AAAAAAAAApk/FNyvTswn1qc/s1600/DSC06124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuD1BR7qLI/AAAAAAAAApk/FNyvTswn1qc/s400/DSC06124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560683111818963122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuDjAOjKvI/AAAAAAAAApc/qcpGxJev3E4/s1600/DSC06135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuDjAOjKvI/AAAAAAAAApc/qcpGxJev3E4/s400/DSC06135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560682802298694386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo could have not been happier: he got Buzz Lightyear and Bumblebee and Optimus Prime from Santa Claus.. nothing more was needed!-Jacomo ha ricevuto da Babbo Natale Buzz Lightyear e Bumblebee e Optimus Prime dei Transformers.. tutto il resto non aveva piu` importanza!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuDix7fw2I/AAAAAAAAApU/-ATJtcJY31M/s1600/DSC06139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuDix7fw2I/AAAAAAAAApU/-ATJtcJY31M/s400/DSC06139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560682798460683106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuDi6WfRkI/AAAAAAAAApM/sVCU_7CHPG0/s1600/DSC06148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuDi6WfRkI/AAAAAAAAApM/sVCU_7CHPG0/s400/DSC06148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560682800721380930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuDimytZNI/AAAAAAAAApE/Km9MAQFnPPA/s1600/DSC06151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuDimytZNI/AAAAAAAAApE/Km9MAQFnPPA/s400/DSC06151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560682795471037650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuDJE7tzxI/AAAAAAAAAo8/LMDMilF94Zo/s1600/DSC06156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuDJE7tzxI/AAAAAAAAAo8/LMDMilF94Zo/s400/DSC06156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560682356885278482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuDInuwi8I/AAAAAAAAAo0/rpCvcHtSKsI/s1600/DSC06158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuDInuwi8I/AAAAAAAAAo0/rpCvcHtSKsI/s400/DSC06158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560682349046303682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo &amp; his daddy ready to go on a ride-Jacomo &amp; il suo papa` pronti a fare un giro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuDIkG9kgI/AAAAAAAAAos/BmrBvZXAH3E/s1600/DSC06160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuDIkG9kgI/AAAAAAAAAos/BmrBvZXAH3E/s400/DSC06160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560682348074078722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuDIC1tELI/AAAAAAAAAok/EpqpV_2-MH8/s1600/DSC06161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuDIC1tELI/AAAAAAAAAok/EpqpV_2-MH8/s400/DSC06161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560682339143323826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo &amp; cousins Jocelyn &amp; Camryn-Jacomo &amp; le cuginette Jocelyn &amp; Camryn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuCwGwz84I/AAAAAAAAAoc/zGvxUBr0VLw/s1600/DSC06167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuCwGwz84I/AAAAAAAAAoc/zGvxUBr0VLw/s400/DSC06167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560681927879684994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is the gift that all the 5 children ( &amp; their spouses) of Bonnie and Neil gave them for Christmas-Questo e` il regalo che i miei suoceri hanno ricevuto da tutti noi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuCvWyoyhI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JLO2-2lefSI/s1600/DSC06177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuCvWyoyhI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JLO2-2lefSI/s400/DSC06177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560681915002440210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo sitting on the snowmobile and my niece Pyper in my arms-Jacomo seduto sulla motoslitta ed io con in braccio mia nipote Pyper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuCvDdlVYI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7FAoPgwxKsA/s1600/DSC06179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuCvDdlVYI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7FAoPgwxKsA/s400/DSC06179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560681909813859714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuCu0pdlPI/AAAAAAAAAoE/CgLYz9w1brQ/s1600/DSC06185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuCu0pdlPI/AAAAAAAAAoE/CgLYz9w1brQ/s400/DSC06185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560681905837151474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuCCsWrSKI/AAAAAAAAAn8/VRLVeGFsAMM/s1600/DSC06200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuCCsWrSKI/AAAAAAAAAn8/VRLVeGFsAMM/s400/DSC06200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560681147696629922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Movie night with my niece Taylor- Pronte a vedere un film con mia nipote Taylor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuCCL1IuXI/AAAAAAAAAn0/rQkljuiqHWU/s1600/DSC06204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuCCL1IuXI/AAAAAAAAAn0/rQkljuiqHWU/s400/DSC06204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560681138966018418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor, myself and her sister Rylie-le mie nipoti Taylor &amp; Rylie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6YEhHu7qDos/TZf4rSs18GI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Ci8TDVsptck/s1600/RSCN3862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6YEhHu7qDos/TZf4rSs18GI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Ci8TDVsptck/s400/RSCN3862.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591210885041746018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Le mie nipoti Camryn, Taylor, Pyper &amp; Rylie)&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice Christmas, like usual there was lots and lots of food, too much yummy food, it was fun to hang out with the family and spend time together, especially on Christmas morning. It was really hard to think that this is the second Christmas without our sweet girl, but the pain is still as raw as ever. I imagined her coming down the stairs with her wide eyes, trying to take it all in . It's not any easier just because time goes by. Honestly it hits me hard when I see her cousins running around and I EXPECT her to come along too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E` stato un Natale piacevole, come al solito c'era una montagna di roba da mangiare, troppo cibo, e` siamo stati bene in compagnia della famiglia, soprattutto la mattina di Natale. E` stato parecchio duro pensare che questo e` gia` il secondo natale senza la nostra dolce bimba, ma il dolore e` vivo come sempre. L'ho "immaginata" scendere le scale con i suoi occhioni sgranati, cercando di assorbire tutto. Non e` piu` facile solo perche` il tempo passa. Onestamente la sua mancanza mi colpisce duramente soprattutto quando vede le sue cugine correre e giocare e mi ASPETTO Vittoria arrivare da un momento all'altro..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuVJTn4aNI/AAAAAAAAAsc/BOGGGXbNoxU/s1600/DSC02566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuVJTn4aNI/AAAAAAAAAsc/BOGGGXbNoxU/s400/DSC02566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560702152037918930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MISS HER TERRIBLY! CI MANCA DA MORIRE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuUH8FKmgI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Wm2KRlQ0JdU/s1600/DSC02508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuUH8FKmgI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Wm2KRlQ0JdU/s400/DSC02508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560701029026798082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Christmas 2008- Vittoria &amp; Jacomo's Only Christmas together- Natale 2008- L'unico Natale di Vittoria &amp; Jacomo trascorso insieme)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuCCMPcdYI/AAAAAAAAAns/tnXZBIpybWs/s1600/DSC06220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuCCMPcdYI/AAAAAAAAAns/tnXZBIpybWs/s400/DSC06220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560681139076363650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuCBpkVaSI/AAAAAAAAAnk/kyxS1q-XvPU/s1600/DSC06221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TSuCBpkVaSI/AAAAAAAAAnk/kyxS1q-XvPU/s400/DSC06221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560681129768741154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On the way back home, beautiful view! Ritorno verso casa, bellissima veduta)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-5653895842008915471?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5653895842008915471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-2010-natale-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/5653895842008915471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/5653895842008915471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-2010-natale-2010.html' title='CHRISTMAS 2010-NATALE 2010'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6YEhHu7qDos/TZf4rSs18GI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Ci8TDVsptck/s72-c/RSCN3862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-7089600826689792603</id><published>2010-12-18T18:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T21:35:00.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Lights 2010-Luci di Natale 2010</title><content type='html'>(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;This past Monday we went to see the Christmas lights at Temple Square with Vittoria's best friend and her family. I think we chose the perfect night, it wasn't too cold and not too crowded and the traffic wasn't too heavy,which is always a plus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questo lunedi` passato, siamo andati a vedere le luci di Natale a Temple Square con la migliore amica di Vittoria e la sua famiglia. Penso che abbiamo scelto la serata perfetta, non faceva troppo freddo e non era troppo affollato e il traffico non era troppo pesante, il che e` sempre positivo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ12bgHGnmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/yHbGshJn6yo/s1600/DSC05957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ12bgHGnmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/yHbGshJn6yo/s400/DSC05957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552224130465963618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ12bSl_xwI/AAAAAAAAAl4/rI6bmI3_Oqg/s1600/DSC05971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ12bSl_xwI/AAAAAAAAAl4/rI6bmI3_Oqg/s400/DSC05971.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552224126837442306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once crossed the gates, it feels like one has entered a magical world, almost like a fairytale. Every single tree branch and bush has lights, and everywhere one turns, one sees just lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passati i cancelli, sembra di entrare in un mondo magico, quasi da favola. Ogni singolo ramo di albero e ogni cespuglio ha le luci, e ovunque ti giri, ci sono luci dappertutto.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ12PTYK_kI/AAAAAAAAAlw/43o5fQdv7yk/s1600/DSC05956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ12PTYK_kI/AAAAAAAAAlw/43o5fQdv7yk/s400/DSC05956.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552223920889462338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ12PZtPjgI/AAAAAAAAAlo/09aXb5AKz0w/s1600/DSC05955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ12PZtPjgI/AAAAAAAAAlo/09aXb5AKz0w/s400/DSC05955.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552223922588454402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ12PFk70BI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BqEImK-S2zM/s1600/DSC05954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ12PFk70BI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BqEImK-S2zM/s400/DSC05954.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552223917184897042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ12OiUm6xI/AAAAAAAAAlY/IWAelRRo7DI/s1600/DSC05951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ12OiUm6xI/AAAAAAAAAlY/IWAelRRo7DI/s400/DSC05951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552223907721177874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get Jacomo to pose for a photo is a major task, he just can't hold still!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Provare a mettere in posa Jacomo e` una fatica enorme, proprio non vuole stare fermo!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ1185iLi6I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/g_IyWSHybkU/s1600/DSC05974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ1185iLi6I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/g_IyWSHybkU/s400/DSC05974.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552223604714474402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ118rT-7GI/AAAAAAAAAlI/7Pvyhbx_lhY/s1600/DSC05989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ118rT-7GI/AAAAAAAAAlI/7Pvyhbx_lhY/s400/DSC05989.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552223600896830562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ118ez-D1I/AAAAAAAAAlA/byP0_9ke5dY/s1600/DSC05975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ118ez-D1I/AAAAAAAAAlA/byP0_9ke5dY/s400/DSC05975.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552223597541330770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice evening to spend together as a family. Afterwards, we stopped for some hot chocolate and to visit some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E` stata una serata piacevole da trascorrere insieme. Sulla via del ritorno ci siamo fermati per una cioccolata calda e fare un po` di chiacchiere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ118LW83XI/AAAAAAAAAk4/tJAyJmHW6D0/s1600/DSC05987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ118LW83XI/AAAAAAAAAk4/tJAyJmHW6D0/s400/DSC05987.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552223592319343986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip brought me back to last time we took Vittoria to see the lights: it was December of 2007, we got together with some friends and braving the cold, we walked around and enjoyed the beautiful view. I remember it was sooo cold, there was snow on the ground and we wore snowcoats, gloves and hats. Vittoria absolutely loved it,  and not once ever complained about the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questa gita notturna mi ha riportato indietro all'ultima volta che abbiamo portato Vittoria a vedere le luci: era il dicembre del 2007, ci siamo ritrovati con alcuni amici di famiglia e sfidando il freddo, abbiamo passeggiato per un po`e ci siamo goduti il panorama. Ricordo che faceva un freddo terribile, c'era la neve e noi eravamo imbacuccati con le giacche da sci, guanti e cappelli. A Vittoria era piaciuto tantissimo, tanto che non l'ho mai sentita lamentarsi del freddo che faceva.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ2VdymRZvI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/v-YJVFUvRx8/s1600/DSC00529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ2VdymRZvI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/v-YJVFUvRx8/s400/DSC00529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552258254648731378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ready to go see the lights-pronta ad andare a vedere le luci) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ2WngCpafI/AAAAAAAAAmw/o8O__gLrFz4/s1600/DSC00570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ2WngCpafI/AAAAAAAAAmw/o8O__gLrFz4/s400/DSC00570.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552259520977791474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ2VeZWnQkI/AAAAAAAAAmo/T_--Ey6gBLQ/s1600/DSC00564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ2VeZWnQkI/AAAAAAAAAmo/T_--Ey6gBLQ/s400/DSC00564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552258265052037698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ2VeJKra3I/AAAAAAAAAmg/kkhPuriQOHg/s1600/DSC00563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ2VeJKra3I/AAAAAAAAAmg/kkhPuriQOHg/s400/DSC00563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552258260707011442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ2Vd5SZ9eI/AAAAAAAAAmY/qzQXiYE3wOc/s1600/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ2Vd5SZ9eI/AAAAAAAAAmY/qzQXiYE3wOc/s400/DSC00562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552258256444454370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ2WnybOhXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/AdT3Pvw1b7w/s1600/DSC00578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ2WnybOhXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/AdT3Pvw1b7w/s400/DSC00578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552259525912724850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ2XGILglVI/AAAAAAAAAnI/KP6PsSWFWSk/s1600/DSC00589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ2XGILglVI/AAAAAAAAAnI/KP6PsSWFWSk/s400/DSC00589.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552260047148455250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to keep up this tradition of going to see the Christmas lights for the three of us, Jacomo sure enjoyed it, and we did too. It's not just the lights and decorated trees, it's the feeling one gets inside one's heart after seeing something beautiful as this. Priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vorrei continuare questa tradizione di andare a vedere le luci di Natale, a Jacomo e` piaciuto molto, nonostante la giovane eta`. Non sono solo le luci e gli alberi decorati, e` come ci fa sentire dentro dopo aver visto uno spettacolo cosi` bello e magico. Non ha prezzo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-7089600826689792603?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7089600826689792603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-lights-2010-luci-di-natale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/7089600826689792603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/7089600826689792603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-lights-2010-luci-di-natale.html' title='Christmas Lights 2010-Luci di Natale 2010'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQ12bgHGnmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/yHbGshJn6yo/s72-c/DSC05957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-8102088985306147299</id><published>2010-12-16T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T20:54:50.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 Months- 16 Mesi</title><content type='html'>(Mom’s turn)&lt;br /&gt;16 months have gone by already, and I still can’t believe it, even after all this time. With the Christmas season approaching fast, my heart is heavier and sadder for not having our little girl with us. Holidays in general are extremely hard on us, more than each passing day. We feel the void our Vittoria left tremendously. Even though this is the second Christmas without her, it's still very painful and the heartache has never ceased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sono gia` trascorsi 16 mesi, e ancora non ci posso credere, nonostante sia passato tutto questo tempo. Con la stagione natalizia in arrive, il mio cuore e` ancora piu` triste perche` non abbiamo la nostra bimba con noi. Le festivita` in generale sono piuttosto dure per noi, piu` di ogni giorno che passa. Sentiamo l’orribile vuoto che la nostra Vittoria ha lasciato. Anche se questo e` gia` il secondo Natale senza di lei, e` ancore molto doloroso e la pena nel cuore non ha mai cessato.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled with the whole Christmas shopping thing. I often found myself wondering around the store asking myself if she would have liked that dress or this book. I don’t do it on purpose, but it sure is a way to torture one's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ho avuto non poche difficolta`a fare shopping per I regali di Natale. Mi sono ritrovata spesso in giro per negozi a chiedermi se a Vittoria sarebbe piaciuto quel vestito o questo libro, ecc. Non lo faccio apposta, ma e` sicuramente un modo per torturarsi il cuore. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQorAyGCkaI/AAAAAAAAAkw/IoQ9y7-o11Y/s1600/DSC05878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQorAyGCkaI/AAAAAAAAAkw/IoQ9y7-o11Y/s400/DSC05878.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551296783134658978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQorASNjyvI/AAAAAAAAAkg/q0IxDvGRerg/s1600/DSC05872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQorASNjyvI/AAAAAAAAAkg/q0IxDvGRerg/s400/DSC05872.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551296774576261874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I wanted to make sure to be able to decorate her grave a few days before Christmas. The flowers and the pinwheel (completely destroyed by the wind and cold weather) were taken off and replaced with a Christmas wreath. But I wanted to add something that said “little girl”, so I added some small golden flowers and a big lavender bow (done by James’ mom). And then her daddy brought her a small teddy bear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quest’anno volevo essere sicura di poter adornare la sua tomba qualche giorno prima di Natale. I fiori e la girandole ( completamente distrutta dal vento e il freddo) sono stati tolti e sostituiti con una ghirlanda di Natale. Volevo poi aggiungere qualcosa che fosse piu` per una bimba, cosi` ci ho messo dei fiori dorati e un grande fiocco lilla ( fatto dalla mamma di James). Il suo papa` le ha poi portato un orsacchiotto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQorApUv40I/AAAAAAAAAko/023OxFlYR3w/s1600/DSC05874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQorApUv40I/AAAAAAAAAko/023OxFlYR3w/s400/DSC05874.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551296780780430146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the grass is brown and the trees are bare, the cemetery is slowly filling up with several Christmas wreaths on the graves. Everywhere you turn, there are red bows peaking here and there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anche se il prato e` oramai marrone e gli alberi spogli, il cimitero si sta riempiendo lentamente con le corone di Natale poste sulle tombe. Ovunque guardi, ci sono fiocconi rossi che spuntano qua e la`. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vittoria, you are always in our minds and hearts. We miss you!&lt;br /&gt;Vittoria, sei sempre nei nostri pensieri e nei nostri cuori. Ci manchi!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, Mamma &amp; Jacomo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-8102088985306147299?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8102088985306147299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/12/16-months-16-mesi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/8102088985306147299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/8102088985306147299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/12/16-months-16-mesi.html' title='16 Months- 16 Mesi'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQorAyGCkaI/AAAAAAAAAkw/IoQ9y7-o11Y/s72-c/DSC05878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-7063305587682089572</id><published>2010-12-02T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T11:34:21.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKSGIVING 2010- GIORNO DEL RINGRAZIAMENTO 2010</title><content type='html'>(Mom's Turn)&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that last year I never did do a Thanksgiving post.. and truthfully I don't remember much of it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;This year like tradition,we went up to the cabin with James'family. IT WAS SOOO COLD!! We snowmobiled in and the temperature was already 10 degrees... well that first night it went down to -16!!! Everything around us was frozen, car doors, sleds, even the snowmobiles had some hard time to get started. But no matter what, the view was just breathtaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi sono accorta solo adesso che l'anno scorso non ho mai fatto un'entrata nel blog sulla Festa del Ringraziamento... e onestamente non ricordo quasi niente lo stesso, quindi..&lt;br /&gt;QUest'anno come da tradizione siamo andati alla baita con la famiglia di James. FACEVA UN FREDDO MOSTRUOSO!!! Abbiamo caricato le motoslitte nel primo pomeriggio e gia` faceva -12 gradi!!! Tutto intorno a noi era congelato, le portiere delle macchine, le slitte, persino le motoslitte hanno avuto difficolta` ad accendersi. Ma niente a confronto con la bellezza del paesaggio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TPgfxlTDxHI/AAAAAAAAAjw/-Im7Hjkgd3c/s1600/DSC05837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TPgfxlTDxHI/AAAAAAAAAjw/-Im7Hjkgd3c/s400/DSC05837.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546217877792867442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Snowmobiling in-pronti a partire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TPggKnCcWzI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/e4jjdEtB5AI/s1600/DSC05835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TPggKnCcWzI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/e4jjdEtB5AI/s400/DSC05835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546218307756776242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo is ready to go-Jacomo e`pronto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Thanksgiving Day it was just the three of us and James'parents, and later in the day the rest of the family came up. The time spend outside wasn't much, due to the extreme cold temperatures, but it was good to stay inside, eating and visiting with the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Per il giorno del Ringraziamento eravamo solo noi tre con i genitori di James, mentre il resto della famiglia e` arrivato poi in serata. Il tempo trascorso fuori purtroppo non e` stato molto, a causa delle rigide temperature, ma e` stato ugualmente piacevole stare dentro la baita, al calduccio, a mangiare e in compagnia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TPgfysaIqEI/AAAAAAAAAkI/mFPImoxVbR0/s1600/DSC05854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TPgfysaIqEI/AAAAAAAAAkI/mFPImoxVbR0/s400/DSC05854.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546217896881465410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo a.k.a. Moose- Jacomo L'Alce)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TPgfyYGz73I/AAAAAAAAAkA/i8otNyKr9BU/s1600/DSC05839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TPgfyYGz73I/AAAAAAAAAkA/i8otNyKr9BU/s400/DSC05839.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546217891431706482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo &amp; his daddy-Jacomo &amp; il suo papa`)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacomo loves snowmobiles, any chance he got to be outside, you would find him perched on top of one, ready to go. Just one of the many loves he shares with Vittoria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacomo ama le motoslitte, qualsiasi occasione aveva di andare fuori, lo ritrovavamo seduto su una motoslitta, pronto a partire. Una delle tante passioni che condivide con la sorella.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TPgfxxgvzGI/AAAAAAAAAj4/dZauA9R_39A/s1600/DSC05847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TPgfxxgvzGI/AAAAAAAAAj4/dZauA9R_39A/s400/DSC05847.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546217881071504482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just waiting for a ride- aspettando di fare un giro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQkUJBuaAwI/AAAAAAAAAkY/R7n2oPOBfEw/s1600/DSC00779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TQkUJBuaAwI/AAAAAAAAAkY/R7n2oPOBfEw/s400/DSC00779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550990161025303298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(February 11, 2008-11 febbraio 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss you and love you sweet baby girl!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-7063305587682089572?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7063305587682089572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/12/thanksgiving-2010-giorno-del.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/7063305587682089572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/7063305587682089572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/12/thanksgiving-2010-giorno-del.html' title='THANKSGIVING 2010- GIORNO DEL RINGRAZIAMENTO 2010'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TPgfxlTDxHI/AAAAAAAAAjw/-Im7Hjkgd3c/s72-c/DSC05837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-1515266651022034687</id><published>2010-11-21T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T08:51:19.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow-Prima Nevicata</title><content type='html'>November 21, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter is finally here. On Sunday morning to woke up to 9 inches of snow and what a beautiful sight! I love the snow, maybe because makes everything look peaceful and serene, or maybe because to me the snow always meant the Christmas season and family gatherings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L'inverno e` finalmente arrivato. Domenica mattina ci siamo svegliati e abbiamo trovato 23 centimetri di neve e che meraviglia! Amo la neve, forse perche` rende tutto piu` tranquillo e sereno, o forse perche` ho sempre associato la neve con la stagione natalizia e riunioni di famiglia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOr_tvUdKSI/AAAAAAAAAhg/b5m7qa3IPc0/s1600/DSC05817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542523452694276386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOr_tvUdKSI/AAAAAAAAAhg/b5m7qa3IPc0/s400/DSC05817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOr_tH6BjZI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Rdsm6Qyl0og/s1600/willow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542523442114432402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOr_tH6BjZI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Rdsm6Qyl0og/s400/willow.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shoveled snow for a couple of hours and Jacomo played and "helped" clear the driveway. It was cool to see all the neighbors outside working side by side, helping each other and chatting away. I felt like I was in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Jacomo loves the snow and we are looking forward to take him snowmobiling and sledding, I think this year it would be more fun for him, as he gets older he can take part of our winter activities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abbiamo spalato la neve per un paio d'ore e Jacomo di e` divertito a giocare e ha pure "aiutato" a pulire davanti al garage. E` stato fico vedere i vicini tutti intorno a noi che spalavano, si aiutavano l'un con l'altro e chiacchieravano. Mi sembrava di essere in un film.&lt;br /&gt;A Jacomo piace molto la neve e non vediamo l'ora di portarlo sulle motoslitte e sullo slittino, penso che quest'anno sara` piu` divertente per lui, con il diventare piu` grande puo` prendere parte alle nostre attivita` invernali.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOr_teDSTxI/AAAAAAAAAhY/fvxI0r55vFA/s1600/valemoose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542523448058859282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOr_teDSTxI/AAAAAAAAAhY/fvxI0r55vFA/s400/valemoose.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Vittoria loved snow also. She would have been outside for hours in the cold if she could have, loved snowmobiling with her dad and sledding, or just exploring around with her cousins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anche la nostra Vittoria amava la neve. Sarebbe rimasta fuori al freddo per ore se solo le fosse stato concesso, amava andare sulla motoslitta e sullo slittino e esplorare i dintorni della baita con le cugine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOsK7l5vDNI/AAAAAAAAAiw/NwWbx353u8Q/s1600/DSC00746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOsK7l5vDNI/AAAAAAAAAiw/NwWbx353u8Q/s400/DSC00746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542535785312357586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOsMQG4qDJI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/JCxzSco_-vM/s1600/Buon%2BNatale%2B103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOsMQG4qDJI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/JCxzSco_-vM/s400/Buon%2BNatale%2B103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542537237275217042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOsLagHrFaI/AAAAAAAAAjA/835eqodhl0U/s1600/DSC00815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOsLagHrFaI/AAAAAAAAAjA/835eqodhl0U/s400/DSC00815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542536316336149922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOsLQlBA2QI/AAAAAAAAAi4/TlOOOof9FpE/s1600/DSC00779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOsLQlBA2QI/AAAAAAAAAi4/TlOOOof9FpE/s400/DSC00779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542536145851701506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 21, 2010 (evening)&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Do not try this with your own vehicle in 2 feet of snow! James did it...with mine! NO COMMENT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Non provate a fare questo con la vostra macchina in 65 centimetri di neve! James lo ha fatto...con la mia!NO COMMENT!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOtci_lcKeI/AAAAAAAAAjY/fWwpaM_bjpE/s1600/IMG_0215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOtci_lcKeI/AAAAAAAAAjY/fWwpaM_bjpE/s400/IMG_0215.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542625522663303650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOtc1aLFxwI/AAAAAAAAAjo/A3-WROA42NU/s1600/IMG_0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOtc1aLFxwI/AAAAAAAAAjo/A3-WROA42NU/s400/IMG_0217.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542625839038187266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-1515266651022034687?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1515266651022034687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-snow-prima-nevicata.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/1515266651022034687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/1515266651022034687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-snow-prima-nevicata.html' title='First Snow-Prima Nevicata'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOr_tvUdKSI/AAAAAAAAAhg/b5m7qa3IPc0/s72-c/DSC05817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-2731130205703498008</id><published>2010-11-16T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T12:26:44.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Months- 15 Mesi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-74b8e7cc70865c95" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D74b8e7cc70865c95%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329994207%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39D3D73F48BDA0F3401EA860B9FF06D3A833F637.6AE2710B483DE78C20B0248875C58F48390231C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D74b8e7cc70865c95%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxMprEVPV09Vojs9ioVBnwWrPjrk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D74b8e7cc70865c95%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329994207%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39D3D73F48BDA0F3401EA860B9FF06D3A833F637.6AE2710B483DE78C20B0248875C58F48390231C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D74b8e7cc70865c95%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxMprEVPV09Vojs9ioVBnwWrPjrk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vittoria,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15 months have gone by, but we miss you so much, no words can describe the pain in our hearts. We long to hear your voice ... your little sweet voice, singing ! We love you Always,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daddy, Mamma &amp;amp; Jacomo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vittoria,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;sono passati 15 mesi, ma ci manchi da morire, nessuna parola puo` descrivere il dolore nei nostri cuori. Desideriamo piu` di ogni cosa sentire la tua voce...la tua vocina cosi` dolce che canta!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ti vogliamo bene SEMPRE!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Papa`, Mamma &amp;amp; Jacomo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-2731130205703498008?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2731130205703498008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/15-months-15-mesi_16.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/2731130205703498008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/2731130205703498008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/15-months-15-mesi_16.html' title='15 Months- 15 Mesi'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-4339738939882102931</id><published>2010-11-04T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T15:54:27.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN 2010</title><content type='html'>(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year for Halloween we left town. We never did before (except for the times that we were in Italy). We decided to spend Halloween up in the mountains with Vittoria's best friend and her family, very close friends of ours. We welcomed this change in our life, we didn't really feel like celebrating and I could feel the anxiety increase as Halloween was getting closer. So we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quest'anno per Halloween abbiamo deciso di andarcene dalla citta`. Non lo abbiamo mai fatto prima (eccetto per le volte che eravamo in Italia). Abbiamo cosi` deciso di trascorrere questa fest in montagna con la migliore amica di Vittoria e la sua famiglia, che sono nostri amici stretti. Abbiamo molto gradito questo cambiamento di programma, non ci sentivamo di festeggiare e la mia ansia aumentava con l'avvicinarsi di Halloween. Cosi` siamo partiti.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOsA-Vrq8VI/AAAAAAAAAhw/FC-5uSJxl-8/s1600/DSC05542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542524837381730642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOsA-Vrq8VI/AAAAAAAAAhw/FC-5uSJxl-8/s400/DSC05542.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Sunset on the lake-Tramonto sul lago al nostro arrivo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time. We ( I mean they) rode horses for hours, the kids even got to ride their own horse, we went four-wheeling under the rain and snow ( that was awesome!), we watched movies, went fishing (tried!), visited, the kids played and just had a relaxing and calm time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siamo stati bene. Loro hanno fatto giri a cavallo per ore, ognuno dei bambini aveva il proprio cavallo, siamo andati sulle quad sotto la pioggia e la neve ( troppo forte!), abbiamo visto dei film, abbiamo provato a pescare, i bambini hanno giocato tantissimo e noi ci siamo rilassati.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOsBlgPrmWI/AAAAAAAAAiI/-lflY4rxcmg/s1600/DSC05613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542525510232021346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOsBlgPrmWI/AAAAAAAAAiI/-lflY4rxcmg/s400/DSC05613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOsBlGxlh6I/AAAAAAAAAiA/blvAGJHS6Hk/s1600/DSC05584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542525503394908066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOsBlGxlh6I/AAAAAAAAAiA/blvAGJHS6Hk/s400/DSC05584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOsBk3Z0BLI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ErqjNXw4cII/s1600/DSC05546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542525499268662450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOsBk3Z0BLI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ErqjNXw4cII/s400/DSC05546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOsCMyqewLI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOr0K2mvxMo/s1600/J%2526J.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOsCMyqewLI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOr0K2mvxMo/s400/J%2526J.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542526185191162034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, on Sunday we carved pumpkins (Jacomo mostly watched and played with the seeds!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poi, la domenica, abbiamo tagliato e inciso le zucche ( Jacomo si e` limitato a guardare e a giocare con i semi!).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vittoria is in everything we do. Just because almost 15 months have passed, it doesn't mean that time is healing all things. We miss her, she's always there with us, in our minds and hearts. I know she would be proud of her little brother riding the horse by himself or riding the four-wheeler like a big boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vittoria e` in tutto quello che facciamo. Solo perche` sono trascorsi 15 mesi non significa che il tempo sta guarendo le cose. Ci manca, lei e` sempre li` con noi, nei nostri pensieri e nei nostri cuori. Sarebbe orgogliosa di vedere il fratellino andare a cavallo da solo o sulla quad come un bimbo grande. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOsCbHYbBpI/AAAAAAAAAiY/96LMShKw2Zc/s1600/DSC01862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOsCbHYbBpI/AAAAAAAAAiY/96LMShKw2Zc/s400/DSC01862.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542526431270733458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ocotber 26, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vittoria, we miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-4339738939882102931?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4339738939882102931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/4339738939882102931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/4339738939882102931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-2010.html' title='HALLOWEEN 2010'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOsA-Vrq8VI/AAAAAAAAAhw/FC-5uSJxl-8/s72-c/DSC05542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-8019853537840751044</id><published>2010-10-24T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T15:59:49.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T TELL ME....- NON MI DIRE..</title><content type='html'>For the past months, friends and family have comforted us, loved us and stood by us, through the most difficult and hard time of our lives. For that, we are eternally grateful. They mostly just listened to our despair and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nei mesi passati, amici e parenti ci hanno consolato, amato e ci sono stati vicini durante il periodo piu` difficile e duro della nostra vita. Per cio`, ne siamo eternamente grati. Hanno soprattutto ascoltato la nostra disperazione e il nostro dolore di genitori.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we also had to put up with comments and remarks of people that obviously don't know what it feels like to loose a child. Everybody's loss is different, and so it's their way of grieving. I could never compare our loss to anybody else's. And I expect people to do the same. It's not right and certainly it's not my place to tell them how to grieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abbiamo anche dovuto sopportare commenti ed osservazioni di gente che ovviamente non hanno la piu` pallida idea di cosa si provi a perdere un/a figlio/a. La perdita di ognuno e` diversa, e cosi` e` il loro modo di processare il lutto. Non potrei mai paragonare la nostra perdita con quella di altri e mi aspetto lo stesso in cambio. Non e` giusto e certamente non e` spetta a me dir loro come comportarsi di fronte ad una tragedia simile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some people just can't keep some comments to themselves. They can't tell me that they know how we feel, because they don't. They don't know the depth of our love for our daughter. I would have given her my heart if I could have. James' cousin said "it's a physical pain from your head to the tips of your toes". She is so right. And please don't tell me that it will get better, because it won't. And certainly hearing that this is just temporary does not sit well with me right now: I know we are an Eternal Family, and I know THIS IS temporary, but what about right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beh, certa gente proprio non riesce a tenersi certi commenti per se`. Non voglio sentir dire che sanno quello che provo, perche` in realta` non lo sanno. Non sanno di del profondo amore che abbiamo per nostra figlia. Le avrei dato il mio cuore se avessi potuto. Una cugina di James lo ha descritto come "un dolore cosi` immenso che va dalla punta dei capelli alle dita dei piedi". Ha proprio ragione. E che non mi vengano a dire che le cose miglioreranno, perche`non e` vero. E in questo momento non mi garba molto l'idea di sentirmi dire che questo e` solo temporaneo: Lo so che siamo una famiglia eterna, e so che QUESTO e` solo temporaneo, ma adesso?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm not as strong as I would like to be. But I really don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Immagine di non essere forte come vorrei, ma proprio non mi importa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOsDkZb7kxI/AAAAAAAAAio/6JRi0DV4WLE/s1600/SNB10965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOsDkZb7kxI/AAAAAAAAAio/6JRi0DV4WLE/s400/SNB10965.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542527690247738130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  (August 11, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T TELL ME&lt;br /&gt;Please don't tell me you know how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Unless you have lost your child too,&lt;br /&gt;Please don't tell me my broken heart will heal,&lt;br /&gt;Because that is just not true,&lt;br /&gt;Please don't tell me my child is in a better place,&lt;br /&gt;Though it is true, I want them here with me,&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me it is time to move on,&lt;br /&gt;Because I cannot,&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me to face the fact they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;Because denial is something I can't stop,&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me to be thankful for the time I had,&lt;br /&gt;Because I wanted more,&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me when I am my old self you will be glad,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be as I was before,&lt;br /&gt;What you can tell me is you will be here for me,&lt;br /&gt;That you will listen when I talk of my child,&lt;br /&gt;You can share with me my precious memories,&lt;br /&gt;You can even cry with me for a while,&lt;br /&gt;And please don't hesitate to say their name,&lt;br /&gt;Because it is something I long to hear everyday,&lt;br /&gt;Friend please realize that I can never be the same,&lt;br /&gt;But if you stand by me, you may like the new person I become someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T TELL ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Per favore non mi dire che sai come mi sento,&lt;br /&gt;a meno che anche tu hai perso tuo/a figlio/a,&lt;br /&gt;per favore non mi dire che il mio cuore spezzato guarira`,&lt;br /&gt;perche` non e` vero,&lt;br /&gt;per favore non mi dire che mio/a figlio/a e` in un posto migliore,&lt;br /&gt;benche` sia vero, voglio che sia qui con me.&lt;br /&gt;Non mi dire che e` ora di voltare pagina,&lt;br /&gt;perche` non posso,&lt;br /&gt;non mi dire di affrontare il fatto che non ci sia piu`,&lt;br /&gt;perche` il rifiuto e` qualcosa che non posso fermare,&lt;br /&gt;non mi dire di essere grata per il tempo che ho avuto,&lt;br /&gt;perche` ne volevo altro,&lt;br /&gt;non mi dire che quando saro` tornata ad essere quella di prima tu ne sarai lieto/a,&lt;br /&gt;non saro` mai come ero prima,&lt;br /&gt;quello che mi puoi dire e` che tu sarai qui per me,&lt;br /&gt;che ascolterai quando parlero` di mio/a figlio/a,&lt;br /&gt;puoi condividere con me le mie amate memorie,&lt;br /&gt;puoi persino piangere con me per un po`,&lt;br /&gt;e per favore non esitare a dire il suo nome,&lt;br /&gt;perche` e` qualcosa che desidero ardentemente di sentire ogni giorno,&lt;br /&gt;per favore amico/a mio/a renditi conto che non posso essere la stessa persona,&lt;br /&gt;ma se mi sei vicino, ti potrebbe piacere la nuova persona che diventero` un giorno.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-8019853537840751044?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8019853537840751044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-tell-me-non-mi-dire.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/8019853537840751044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/8019853537840751044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-tell-me-non-mi-dire.html' title='DON&apos;T TELL ME....- NON MI DIRE..'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TOsDkZb7kxI/AAAAAAAAAio/6JRi0DV4WLE/s72-c/SNB10965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-2941410488019524737</id><published>2010-10-16T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T14:52:14.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Months- 14 Mesi</title><content type='html'>(Mom's Turn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again. Another month gone by, some Holidays coming up, the fall season in full swing and Jacomo's second birthday just weeks away...&lt;br /&gt;We are ok some days, busy with work and running after our little guy, others are harder and sadder, but overall we are hanging in there and living one day at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eccomi di nuovo qui. E' passato un altro mese, ci sono delle festivita' in arrivo, l'autunno e' in pieno svolgimento, il secondo compleanno di Jacomo e' tra qualche settimana.. Alcuni giorni stiamo ok, impegnati con il lavoro e appresso al nostro gnappetto, altri giorni son piu' dificili e piu' tristi, ma in generale cerchiamo di tenere duro e viviamo un giorno alla volta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited Vittoria's grave in two different occasions: the first time, the wind was pretty strong and the pinwheels there were going crazy and it was nice and quiet and had time to contemplate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siamo stati al cimitero da Vittoria un paio di volte: la prima volta, il vento era piuttosto forte e le girandole erano come impazzite. Era tranquillo e silenzioso e abbiamo avuto tempo per riflettere e pensare. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TMUI4zhnuHI/AAAAAAAAAd4/5qDRnpC38gc/s1600/DSC05501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TMUI4zhnuHI/AAAAAAAAAd4/5qDRnpC38gc/s400/DSC05501.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531837489291442290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TMUI5A1jkOI/AAAAAAAAAeA/p7u-FyH2PvE/s1600/DSC05503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TMUI5A1jkOI/AAAAAAAAAeA/p7u-FyH2PvE/s400/DSC05503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531837492864717026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time, the leaves on the trees had already changed color and the breeze was chillier, you could definitely feel the change in the weather and Jacomo ran around and played with pinwheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La seconda volta, le foglie sugli alberi avevano gia` cambiato colore e la leggera brezza era piu` fredda, si poteva sentire gia` sentire il cambio di stagione nell'aria. Jacomo era contento anche solo di correre e giocare con le girandole.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TMUNFR9KyaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/-VJ0LaZE6pM/s1600/IMG_0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TMUNFR9KyaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/-VJ0LaZE6pM/s400/IMG_0181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531842101664991650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TMUNFlWCXgI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/YueZQTuWS_8/s1600/IMG_0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TMUNFlWCXgI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/YueZQTuWS_8/s400/IMG_0189.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531842106869571074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TMUNF2KMbxI/AAAAAAAAAeY/_Q7tHBmaLdA/s1600/IMG_0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TMUNF2KMbxI/AAAAAAAAAeY/_Q7tHBmaLdA/s400/IMG_0190.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531842111383301906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past 14 months we have had to make some major adjustments and taken on some new routines. I have been seeing a grief counselor for a while now. I thought I could do it on my own, but after a while I knew I needed some help. I wish I would have started to see him right after Vittoria's passing, I could have saved myself and my family a lot of pent-up anger and sadness. Our life is a new different life, like a second life we are living. It helps to have family and friends, near and far, to check on us, tending a listening ear when needed and a shoulder to cry on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In questi 14 mesi passati, ci siamo dovuti adattare a delle nuove realta` e adottare delle nuove routine quotidiane. E` gia` da qualche tempo che sto andando da un "grief Counselor" ( in pratica un "consigliere-terapista" che si occupa solo di lutti- non e` spiegato benissimo, ma e` difficile tradurlo). Credevo di poter processare il mio lutto senza aiuto, da sola, ma mi sbagliavo. Sarei dovuta andarci subito dopo la scomparsa di Vittoria, avrei risparmiato un sacco di rabbia e tristezza represse a me e alla mia famiglia. La nostra vita adesso e` diversa, come se fosse una seconda vita quella che stiamo vivendo. Di certo aiuta avere amici e parenti, vicini e lontani, che ci "tengono d'occhio", pronti ad ascoltarci e a piangere con noi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For eight years, Vittoria had been all our life. I don't certainly feel we have sacrificed anything for her. We did what we did for her. Just for her. I don't think there is a deeper love than the one of a parent for his/her child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Per otto anni, Vittoria e` stata tutta la nostra vita. Di certo non penso di aver mai sacrificato la nostra vita. Abbiamo fatto quello che abbiamo fatto solo per lei. Non penso che ci sia un amore piu` profondo di quello di un genitore per il proprio figlio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..Our love for our children is so profound and fierce that we would do anything and everything for them and when people tell me that as parents we sacrificed a lot for our daughter, I just want to shake them and say:"'this was NO sacrifice, we did what we did because we are parents, because we love our girl, because we tried to give her the best we could, and because that's what parents do...They love unconditionally their children. I would do these past 8 years with Vittoria all over again, even knowing the outcome, and if I would have been given the opportunity, we would have taken care of her for the rest of our life, through thick and thin we would have stayed by her side..ALWAYS".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;".. Il nostro amore per i nostri figli e` cosi` profondo ed intenso che faremo qualsiasi cosa per loro e quando la gente mi dice che abbiamo sacrificato molto come genitori per nostra figlia, li vorrei scuotere e dir loro che no, questo non e` stato un sacrificio, abbiamo fatto cio` che abbiamo fatto perche` siamo genitori, perche` vogliamo bene a nostra figlia, perche` abbiamo cercato di darle il meglio, e perche` questo e` quello che fanno i genitori, amano i lori figli incondizionatamente. Non esiterei a rivivere questi otto anni con la nostra Vittoria, anche conoscendone l'esito. E se ci fosse stata data l'opportunita`, ci saremmo presi cura della nostra bambina per il resto delle nostre vite, saremo stati al suo fianco SEMPRE!".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vittoria, sweet baby girl, we miss you so much and love you to "Infinity &amp; Beyond!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-2941410488019524737?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2941410488019524737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/10/14-months-14-mesi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/2941410488019524737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/2941410488019524737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/10/14-months-14-mesi.html' title='14 Months- 14 Mesi'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TMUI4zhnuHI/AAAAAAAAAd4/5qDRnpC38gc/s72-c/DSC05501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-7273528468766241534</id><published>2010-10-04T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:34:36.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please Be Gentle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jill B. Englar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be gentle with me for I am grieving.&lt;br /&gt;The sea I swim in is a lonely one&lt;br /&gt;and the shore seems miles away.&lt;br /&gt;Waves of despair numb my soul&lt;br /&gt;as I struggle through each day.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is heavy with sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I want to shout and scream&lt;br /&gt;and repeatedly ask “why.”&lt;br /&gt;At time, my grief overwhelms me&lt;br /&gt;and I weep bitterly,&lt;br /&gt;so great is my loss.&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t turn away&lt;br /&gt;Or tell me to move on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;Companion me through tears&lt;br /&gt;And sit with me in loving silence.&lt;br /&gt;Honor where I am in my journey&lt;br /&gt;Not where you think I should be.&lt;br /&gt;Listen patiently to my story.&lt;br /&gt;I may need to tell it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;It’s how I begin to grasp the enormity of my loss.&lt;br /&gt;Nurture me through weeks and months ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me when I seem distant and inconsolable.&lt;br /&gt;A small flame still burns within my heart&lt;br /&gt;And shared memories may trigger&lt;br /&gt;both laughter and tears.&lt;br /&gt;I need your support and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;There is no right or wrong way to grieve.&lt;br /&gt;I must find my own path.&lt;br /&gt;Please, will you walk beside me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Per favore sii dolce con me, poiche` sono triste.&lt;br /&gt;Il mare in cui nuoto e` un mare solitario&lt;br /&gt;e la riva sembra lontana chilometri.&lt;br /&gt;Onde di disperazione intorpidiscono la mia anima&lt;br /&gt;mentre supero ogni giorno con fatica.&lt;br /&gt;Il mio cuore e` pieno di dolore.&lt;br /&gt;Voglio urlare e gridare&lt;br /&gt;e chiedere ripetutamente "perche`".&lt;br /&gt;A volte, il mio dolore mi sommerge&lt;br /&gt;e piango amaramente, &lt;br /&gt;tanto grande e` la mia perdita.&lt;br /&gt;Per favore non ti allontanare&lt;br /&gt;o non dirmi  di voltare pagina nella mia vita.&lt;br /&gt;Tienimi compagnia durante i miei pianti&lt;br /&gt;e siedi con me in amorevolre silenzio.&lt;br /&gt;Rispetta dove sono nel mio viaggio&lt;br /&gt;non dove pensi che debba essere.&lt;br /&gt;Ascolta pazientemente la mia storia.&lt;br /&gt;Potrebbe essere che abbia il bisogno di raccontarla ripetutamente.&lt;br /&gt;E` come inizio a rendermi conto dell'enormita` della mia perdita.&lt;br /&gt;Coccolami durante le settimane e mesi a venire.&lt;br /&gt;Perdonami se sembro distante e inconsolabile.&lt;br /&gt;Una fiamma ancora brucia nel mio cuore&lt;br /&gt;e le memorie condivise posso innescare&lt;br /&gt;sia risate che lacrime.&lt;br /&gt;Ho bisogno del tuo sostegno e comprensione.&lt;br /&gt;Non c'e` una maniera giusta o sbagliata di piangere.&lt;br /&gt;Devo trovare la mia strada.&lt;br /&gt;Per favore, cammini al mio fianco?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-7273528468766241534?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7273528468766241534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/10/please-be-gentle-by-jill-b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/7273528468766241534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/7273528468766241534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/10/please-be-gentle-by-jill-b.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-6817455931834194686</id><published>2010-09-28T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T06:13:40.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Fix It</title><content type='html'>(Aunt Tori here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I took a new flower pinwheel to Vittoria's grave because one of the petals fell off the one my girls had given her and broke when we had some strong winds in Price. So we just replaced it with a new one.  Well, everytime we go to visit Vittoria, I have to tell Camryn about Vittoria. This time was no different.&lt;br /&gt;Just a little back ground about Camryn, she is, for reasons I don't know, very into dying and killing. For example: "I need to kill those crocodiles" or "Those bad guys will get us, we need to kill them" or while she's playing with her dolls she'll come in and say "She's dead, my girl is dead."&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I told her that Vittoria was dead she asked me "Who killed her?" I told her that no one killed her, but that her heart got sick. So Camryn said, "Her sickies killed her?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, her heart got sick and they couldn't fix it and she died."&lt;br /&gt;Camryn said to me, very excited, "I can fix her heart!"&lt;br /&gt;"You can fix her heart?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes! I have batteries!"&lt;br /&gt;It was just the sweetest thing you ever heard. The innocence of a child is so amazing. If only it could be that simple. I'm sure we would all line up to give Vittoria our batteries if that was all it took.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I called Val to tell her what Camryn had said and we each had a little cry, but that's okay. Everyone needs a little cry now and then.&lt;br /&gt;We love you Vittoria and even though we miss you SO MUCH, at least now your heart is perfect and you are perfect and having the most amazing time while you watch over us and take care of your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Traduzione&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lo aggiustero' io"&lt;br /&gt;(scrive Zia Tori)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieri ho portato una nuova girandola a forma di fiore sulla tomba di Vittoria, visto che uno dei petali di quella che le mie bambine le avevano dato si e' rotto a causa del vento molto forte che abbiamo avuto a Price. Cosi' l'abbiamo sostituita con una girandola nuova. Ogni volta che andiamo a troavre Vittoria, devo raccontare a Camryn (la mia bimba di 3 anni e mezzo) qualche anedotto sulla sua cuginetta. E anche questa volta c'e'stata l'occasione.&lt;br /&gt;Prima di incominciare, do' un piccolo background su Camryn. Per ragioni a me sconosciute, lei e' molto affascinata da "ammazzamenti" e morte. Per esempio:" Devo ammazzare quei coccodrilli" o " quei signori cattivi ci prendereanno, li dobbiamo uccidere" o mentre gioca con le sue bambole, viene da me e mi dice " Lei e' morta, la mia bambola e' morta".&lt;br /&gt;Cosi', quando le ho detto che Vittoria non c'era piu', Camryn mi ha chiesto "Chi l'ha uccisa?". Io le ho risposto che nessuno l'ha uccisa, ma che il suo cuore si e' ammalato. Allora lei ha chiesto" Le sue bue l'hanno uccisa?".&lt;br /&gt;"Si', il suo cuore si e' ammalato e non sono riusciti ad aggiustarlo e lei e' morta".&lt;br /&gt;Camryn, in maniera molto eccitata mi ha detto " Lo posso aggiustare io il suo cuore!".&lt;br /&gt;"Lo puoi aggiustare tu il suo cuore?".&lt;br /&gt;"Si', ho le batterie!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' stata la cosa piu' dolce che abbia mai sentito. L'innocenza di una bimba e' incredibile. Se fosse stato cosi'semplice. Sono sicura che saremmo stati tutti in fila per dare le batterie a Vittoria se fosse stato solo quello necessario a guarire il suo cuore. Ovvio che ho dovuto chiamare Valeria e raccontarle cosaha detto la sua nipotina. Abbiamo pianto entrambe, ma va bene cosi'. Tutti hanno bisogno di un bel pianto di tanto in tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti vogliamo bene VIttoria e anche se ci manchi COSI' TANTO, almeno il tuo cuore adesso e' PERFETTO e tu sei PERFETTA e libera da ogni dolore, mentre vegli su di noi e ti prendi cura della tua famiglia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zia Tori&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-6817455931834194686?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6817455931834194686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-will-fix-it.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/6817455931834194686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/6817455931834194686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-will-fix-it.html' title='I Will Fix It'/><author><name>Tori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474451811858032870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Txd8sCl3IP0/SNWpN6jCUOI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_7KXtML_aMc/S220/Tori.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-6942960129981619474</id><published>2010-09-23T20:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:06:23.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Months-13 Mesi</title><content type='html'>(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 months and 7 days have gone by since our little girl has left us. Yes, I guess I'm counting the days and months that go by, I can't help it, the pain is so alive and intense and I can't believe that she is really gone, I can't wrap my head around it. Maybe it's still denial, maybe it's just plain heartache of a parent who hopes to wake up from this nightmare, I don't know, I just know that I miss our Vittoria with every fiber of my being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sono passati 13 mesi e 7 giorni da quando la nostra bimba ci ha lasciato. Ebbene  si', conto i giorni e mesi che passano, non ci posso fare niente, il dolore e' cosi' vivo e intenso e ancora non mi sembra vero che non ci sia piu'. Forse e' rifuito totale, forse e' solo il semplice dolore di un genitore che spera di svegliarsi un giorno da questo incubo, non lo so, so solo che la nostra Vittoria mi manca tremendamente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Price to visit James' family and to make our monthly visit to Vittoria's grave. It was still very pretty around with the green lawn, the perfect fall temperature and the blue sky it was a nice quiet day to be at the cemetery. I went by myself for the first time. I brought her purple flowers and sat there for a while surround by nothing except silence. It was incredibly tough to do, but I needed to do it for my own sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siamo andati a Price a visitare la famiglia di James e per fare la nostra visita mensile alla tomba di Vittoria. Era ancora molto bello tutto intorno, con l'erba ancora verde, la temperatura autunnale perfetta, il cielo blu, un giorno tranquillo per essere al cimitero. Ci sono andata da sola per la prima volta. Le ho portato i fiori viola e lilla e sono rimasta li' per un po' circondata solo dal silenzio. E' stata dura fare questo da sola, ma avevo bisogno di farlo per il mio bene, anche se poi la pena che si prova non cambia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TJwca6FBiRI/AAAAAAAAAdw/b13pZMuAayw/s1600/DSC05493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TJwca6FBiRI/AAAAAAAAAdw/b13pZMuAayw/s400/DSC05493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520318491841890578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent four days hanging out and watching movies, Jacomo got to play with his cousins and I visited friends and family. It was a good and relaxing time and so much needed. &lt;br /&gt;Mary, my sis-in-law, sent me a very touching email with this poem included. I don't know how she knew I needed these words more than ever. Thank you sweet Mary for thinking of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abbiamo trascorso 4 giorni in compagnia, abbiamo visto un po' di film, Jacomo ha giocato con le sue cuginette ed io ho rivisto amici e parenti. E' stato molto rilassante e ne avevo proprio bisogno.&lt;br /&gt;Mary, mia cognata, mi ha mandato una email molto toccante con questa poesia inclusa. Non so come lei sapesse che avevo bisogno di queste parole ora piu' di prima. Grazie Mary per aver pensato a me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of you and closed my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And prayed to God today&lt;br /&gt;I asked "What makes a Mother?"&lt;br /&gt;And I know I heard Him say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Mother has a baby"&lt;br /&gt;This we know is true"&lt;br /&gt;But God can you be a Mother,&lt;br /&gt;When your baby's not with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, you can," He replied&lt;br /&gt;With confidence in His voice"&lt;br /&gt;I give many women babies,&lt;br /&gt;When they leave is not their choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some I send for a lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;And others for the day.&lt;br /&gt;And some I send to feel your womb,&lt;br /&gt;But there's no need to stay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just don't understand this God&lt;br /&gt;I want my baby to be here."&lt;br /&gt;He took a deep breath andcleared His throat,&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw the tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I could show you,&lt;br /&gt;What your child is doing today.&lt;br /&gt;If you could see your child's smile,&lt;br /&gt;With all the other children and say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We go to Earth to learn our lessons,&lt;br /&gt;Of love and life and fear.&lt;br /&gt;My Mommy loved me oh so much,&lt;br /&gt;I got to come straight here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lucky to have a Mom,&lt;br /&gt;Who had so much love for me.&lt;br /&gt;I learned my lessons very quickly,&lt;br /&gt;My Mommy set me free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Mommy oh so much,&lt;br /&gt;But I visit her every day.&lt;br /&gt;When she goes to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;On her pillow's where I lay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek,&lt;br /&gt;And whisper in her ear.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy don't be sad today,&lt;br /&gt;I'm your baby and I'm here.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you see my dear sweet ones,&lt;br /&gt;your children are okay.&lt;br /&gt;Your babies are born here in My home,&lt;br /&gt;And this is where they'll stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll wait for you with Me,&lt;br /&gt;Until your lesson's through.&lt;br /&gt;And on the day that you come home&lt;br /&gt;they'll be at the gates for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you see what makes a Mother,&lt;br /&gt;It's the feeling in your heart&lt;br /&gt;it's the love you had so much of&lt;br /&gt;Right from the very start."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(La poesia tradotta sommariamente, senza rime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oggi ti ho pensato e ho chiuso gli occhi&lt;br /&gt;e pregato il Signore&lt;br /&gt;e gli ho chiesto :" Di cosa e' fatta una madre?"&lt;br /&gt;E l'ho sentito dire:&lt;br /&gt;"Una madre ha un/a bimbo/a"&lt;br /&gt;"e questo so che e' vero,&lt;br /&gt;ma Signore come puoi essere madre&lt;br /&gt;quando il/la tuo/a bimbo/a non e' con te?"&lt;br /&gt;"Lo puoi essere lo stesso" Lui rispose&lt;br /&gt;con sicurezza nella voce&lt;br /&gt;"Do' a molte donne dei bimbi&lt;br /&gt;Quando vanno via non e' scelta loro.&lt;br /&gt;Alcuni li mando per una vita,&lt;br /&gt;e altri per un giorno.&lt;br /&gt;a alcuni li mando che li puoi sentire nel tuo grembo,&lt;br /&gt;ma non c'e' bisogno che rimangano".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Signore, questo proprio non lo capisco,&lt;br /&gt;voglio che la mia bimba sia qui con me".&lt;br /&gt;Il Signore fece un respiro profondo e&lt;br /&gt;si schiari' la gola,&lt;br /&gt;e vidi allora la lacrima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Magari ti potessi mostrare &lt;br /&gt;cosa sta facendo la tua bimba oggi.&lt;br /&gt;Se potessi vedere il suo sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;con tutti gli altri bambini, direbbe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Andiamo sulla terra per imparare delle lezioni,&lt;br /&gt;di amore, di vita e paura.&lt;br /&gt;La mia mamma mi ha voluto cosi' tanto bene,&lt;br /&gt;che sono venuta direttamente qui.&lt;br /&gt;Mi sento cosi' fortunata di avere una Mamma,&lt;br /&gt;che mi ha amato cosi' tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Ho imparato le mie lezioni molto velocemente,&lt;br /&gt;e la mia Mamma mi reso libera.&lt;br /&gt;La mia Mamma mi manca tantissimo,&lt;br /&gt;ma la visito ogni giorno.&lt;br /&gt;Quando si addormenta&lt;br /&gt;sul suo cuscino dove mi corico&lt;br /&gt;Le accarezzo i capelli e le bacio la guancia,&lt;br /&gt;e le sussurro nell'orecchio:&lt;br /&gt;"Mammina, non essere triste oggi,&lt;br /&gt;sono la tua bimba e sono qui".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Allora vedete miei dolci cari,&lt;br /&gt;i vostri bimbi stanno bene.&lt;br /&gt;I vostri bimbi sono nati qui nella Mia casa,&lt;br /&gt;e qui e' dove rimarranno.&lt;br /&gt;Vi aspetteranno con Me,&lt;br /&gt;fino a quando la tua lezione e' finita.&lt;br /&gt;E il giorno che ritornerete a Casa da me,&lt;br /&gt;Loro saranno ai cancelli ad aspettarvi.&lt;br /&gt;Cosi' vedi, cio' che rende madri&lt;br /&gt;e' il sentimento nel tuo cuore&lt;br /&gt;e' l'amore che hai avuto cosi' tanto&lt;br /&gt;proprio dall'inizio".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-6942960129981619474?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6942960129981619474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/09/13-months-13-mesi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/6942960129981619474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/6942960129981619474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/09/13-months-13-mesi.html' title='13 Months-13 Mesi'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TJwca6FBiRI/AAAAAAAAAdw/b13pZMuAayw/s72-c/DSC05493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-2917800598268417460</id><published>2010-08-23T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T14:22:41.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 23,2010-23 Agosto 2010</title><content type='html'>(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;Vittoria would have been 9 years old today...Not how we imagined we would be spending this birthday, or last year's birthday. I often think what she would have liked as a birthday present or what kind of cake she would have wanted. I know she would have liked to have her family and friends around, so we tried to honor that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vittoria avrebbe compiuto 9 anni oggi.. Non avremmo immaginato di trascorrere questo compleanno cosi', o quello dell'anno scorso. Penso spesso a cosa le sarebbe piaciuto ricevere come regalo o che tipo di torta avrebbe voluto. So che avrebbe voluto la sua famiglia e amici intorno, cosi' abbiamo cercato di onorare un suo desiderio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last birthday she celebrated with us she was turning 7 and she had her cousins and friends celebrating with her. She looked so beautiful with her long brown hair and her pretty eyes behind her purple glasses. She had a great time. She never had a big birthday party before, but that was the only time when we had lots of people over... almost like we knew it would have been her last birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L'ultimo compleanno celebrato insieme, Vittoria aveva compiuto 7 anni e tutte le sue cugine e amiche erano presenti. Era bellissima con i suoi capelli marroni lunghi e i suoi bei occhi dietro gli occhiali viola. Si e' divertita un mondo. Non ha mai avuto un compleanno celebrato alla grande cosi' prima di allora, e' stata l'unica volta che abbiamo avuto un sacco di gente a casa... come se sapessimo che sarebbe stato il suo ultimo compleanno insieme.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TH7T_Zo2PHI/AAAAAAAAAdA/nZahsfny_hc/s1600/Wombat+Pics+9.28.2008+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TH7T_Zo2PHI/AAAAAAAAAdA/nZahsfny_hc/s400/Wombat+Pics+9.28.2008+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512076080115498098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Making crowns-Impegnata a disegnare delle corone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TH7T_-2fKnI/AAAAAAAAAdI/jdW9fYwNIDo/s1600/Wombat+Pics+9.28.2008+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TH7T_-2fKnI/AAAAAAAAAdI/jdW9fYwNIDo/s400/Wombat+Pics+9.28.2008+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512076090104818290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Her cake with Disney Princesses and another one with girl's stuff on it-La torta con le principesse Disney e un'altra con le cose da bimba)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TH7UAf58G6I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/3keYoQwjaX4/s1600/Wombat+Pics+9.28.2008+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TH7UAf58G6I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/3keYoQwjaX4/s400/Wombat+Pics+9.28.2008+049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512076098977668002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ready to blow out the candles-Pronta a spengere le candeline)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TH7UBG8fsDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/wA_y9Yi-Ooo/s1600/Wombat+Pics+9.28.2008+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TH7UBG8fsDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/wA_y9Yi-Ooo/s400/Wombat+Pics+9.28.2008+066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512076109457371186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Presents time-Ora di scartare i regali)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending the weekend at the cabin and meeting with my uncle and aunt and cousins from Italy, on Monday the 23rd, we made it to Price to meet James' family and our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dopo aver trascorso il fine settimana alla baita,  insieme ai miei parenti dall'Italia, lunedi' 23 siamo andati a Price per incontrarci con la famiglia di James e amici.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BJ4dLyKnhVs/TjCA5lZeirI/AAAAAAAABBg/V3xRUK_mBRo/s1600/DSC05382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BJ4dLyKnhVs/TjCA5lZeirI/AAAAAAAABBg/V3xRUK_mBRo/s400/DSC05382.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634144860620360370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KACSAanA1t8/TjCA6DpwH5I/AAAAAAAABBo/zl2yGOnWi6c/s1600/DSC05398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KACSAanA1t8/TjCA6DpwH5I/AAAAAAAABBo/zl2yGOnWi6c/s400/DSC05398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634144868741685138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W54RlDJOorc/TjCA6lIe4RI/AAAAAAAABB4/kiUGuehPU5M/s1600/DSC05424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W54RlDJOorc/TjCA6lIe4RI/AAAAAAAABB4/kiUGuehPU5M/s400/DSC05424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634144877728948498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--mv7RRBxHsE/TjCA6GNfZ6I/AAAAAAAABBw/z1okX57ydrc/s1600/DSC05411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--mv7RRBxHsE/TjCA6GNfZ6I/AAAAAAAABBw/z1okX57ydrc/s400/DSC05411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634144869428455330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the cemetery to see that Vittoria's photo had been finally put on her grave marker, it was complete. I think it turned out pretty nice and I love this photo of hers because it sums up her personality: her braids, her smile with a missing tooth, her purple glasses and her pose like a princess. That's our baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siamo arrivati al cimitero e abbiamo visto che la foto di Vittoria e' stata finalmente messa sulla lapide, adesso e' completa. Penso che sia venuta abbastanza bene e amo questa sua foto perche' riassume la sua personalita': le trecce, il suo sorriso senza un dente, gli occhiali viola e la sua posa da principessa. Questa e' la nostra bimba.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TH7DKmIrmZI/AAAAAAAAAc4/21UhZmv-Fbw/s1600/DSC05429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512057580751133074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TH7DKmIrmZI/AAAAAAAAAc4/21UhZmv-Fbw/s400/DSC05429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TH7Cq80HQhI/AAAAAAAAAco/yBAIQCn7jLI/s1600/DSC05432.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TH7DKEOUKBI/AAAAAAAAAcw/H0Y3Ahwvi0U/s1600/DSC05432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512057571647957010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TH7DKEOUKBI/AAAAAAAAAcw/H0Y3Ahwvi0U/s400/DSC05432.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all met at the cemetery and others from their homes to launch the balloons precisely at 5:46pm. The purple, pink and white balloons had attached messages from people all over the United States and Italy. Vittoria loved to launch balloons. Her school did it every year as a kick off to a new school year. We are sure she was smiling as we let them go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ci siamo ritrovati tutti al cimitero per lanciare i palloncini ad esattamente le 17:46, come hanno fatto alcuni amici dalle loro case. I palloncini viola, rosa e bianchi avevano dei messaggi di gente da tutti gli Stati Uniti e Italia. Vittoria amava lanciare i palloncini. La sua scuola lo faceva ogni anno come inizio del nuovo anno scolastico. Siamo convinti che lei stesse sorridendo quando li abbiamo lasciati andare in cielo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TIgkYgTGyoI/AAAAAAAAAdg/8_2J8qWAac0/s1600/DSC07380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TIgkYgTGyoI/AAAAAAAAAdg/8_2J8qWAac0/s400/DSC07380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514697747120704130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(photo taken by Aunt Mary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9D10buPFYDw/TjCA69azKHI/AAAAAAAABCA/CX1AovmptlI/s1600/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9D10buPFYDw/TjCA69azKHI/AAAAAAAABCA/CX1AovmptlI/s400/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634144884248225906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TH7Aas8X8jI/AAAAAAAAAcA/5qWr9ko7Q0w/s1600/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512054558921585202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TH7Aas8X8jI/AAAAAAAAAcA/5qWr9ko7Q0w/s400/IMG_0020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TH7AbKMYuCI/AAAAAAAAAcI/tay-w4DFfmw/s1600/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512054566773372962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TH7AbKMYuCI/AAAAAAAAAcI/tay-w4DFfmw/s400/IMG_0026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TH7BOSh_1BI/AAAAAAAAAcY/shf9Ck6ZkCg/s1600/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512055445184828434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TH7BOSh_1BI/AAAAAAAAAcY/shf9Ck6ZkCg/s400/IMG_0027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fYyV0Qch80A/TjB_EQM1RSI/AAAAAAAABBY/1LEtOoQeMl4/s1600/IMG_0963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fYyV0Qch80A/TjB_EQM1RSI/AAAAAAAABBY/1LEtOoQeMl4/s400/IMG_0963.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634142844885484834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as parents are so grateful for all of your love and support. It was a pretty tough day. We had all of James' family there, and also my parents, my uncle and aunt, and my 2 cousins from Italy and close family friends. Thank you to all of you who have launched balloons from your own home to honor our daughter and to those who could not be there but sent messages to launch with the balloons. It moved us deeply to see how many people still care and love us. It was a very special moment. To top it off, our little boy, who seconds earlier was playing with his cousins, stopped by Vittoria's grave, knelt and ran his little chubby fingers down Vittoria's face and started talking gibberish. I think he was talking to her in his own way. Afterwards, we all went to James parent's home for a delicious dinner, put together by his mom and our 4 sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siamo grati per tutto il vostro affetto e supporto. E' stata una giornata parecchio dura emotivamente. Al cimitero c'era tutta la famiglia di James, oltre ad i  miei genitori, mio zio e mia zia e i miei due cugini dall'Italia.&lt;br /&gt;Grazie a tutti coloro che hanno lanciato i palloncini dalle loro case per onorare nostra figlia e grazie a coloro che non potendo esserci hanno mandato i messaggi da attaccare ai palloncini. Ci ha commosso profondamente vedere quanta gente ancora si preoccupa e ci vuole bene. E'stato veramente un momento speciale. E per finire il nostro bimbo che fino pochi secondi prima era intento a giocare con le cugine, si e' inginocchiato davanti alla tomba di Vittoria, ha accarezzato il viso di Vittoria con le sue dita cicciotte e ha iniziato a fare tutto un discorso imcomprensibile. Penso che le stesse parlando a modo suo. Dopo siamo andati tutti a casa dei genitori di James per una cena molto buona organizzata dalla sua mamma e dalle 4 sorelle.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our most sincere and heartfelt thanks go to Pat &amp; Joyce @ Worley-Jensen Monument for making Vittoria's stone so beautiful and priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Vittoria, we miss you tremendously and love you &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dolce Vittoria, ci manchi da morire e ti vogliamo bene &lt;strong&gt;per sempre&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, Mamma &amp; Jacomo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-2917800598268417460?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2917800598268417460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-232010-23-agosto-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/2917800598268417460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/2917800598268417460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-232010-23-agosto-2010.html' title='August 23,2010-23 Agosto 2010'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TH7T_Zo2PHI/AAAAAAAAAdA/nZahsfny_hc/s72-c/Wombat+Pics+9.28.2008+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-7842081333844163947</id><published>2010-08-16T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T14:49:58.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 16th, 2010- 16 Agosto 2010</title><content type='html'>(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;One year ago, our sweet baby girl left this earth to go back to our Heavenly Father. &lt;br /&gt;I have no words to describe this first year without her, an endless nightmare that no parents should go through, a huge hole left in our broken hearts. We have been trying to go on, to pick up the pieces and live our lives at the best we could, but it's not the same. It will NEVER EVER be the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un anno fa, la nostra dolce bimba e' ritornata in Cielo dal Signore. Non ci sono parole per descrivere questo primo anno senza Vittoria, un incubo senza fine che nessun genitore dovrebbe mai vivere, un vuoto enorme lasciato nei nostri cuori distrutti. Stiamo provando ad andare avanti, a raccogliere i pezzi e vivere le nostre vite al meglio delle nostre capacita', ma non e' lo stesso. Non sara' MAI la stessa cosa.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss her so so much. It tears my heart apart to think of all the suffering this brave daughter of ours had to endure in her short life, but she was the only one strong and courageous enough to be able to do it. I don't know how she did it, and always with a smile on her face, ALWAYS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ci manca da morire. Mi spezza il cuore a pensare a tutte le sofferenze che questa nostra coraggiosissima figlia ha dovuto sopportare nella sua breve vita, ma era l'unica forte e coraggiosa abbastanza da poterlo fare. Non so come abbia fatto e sempre con un sorriso sulle labbra, SEMPRE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed down to Price and met with James'family (except for Mary, Luke &amp; girls whom we missed) and we found out that she got her grave marker, minus her photo. It took some time to decided how to design it and what to put on it. She liked so many things, but mostly horses, butterlies and we added a design of her sitting on Jesus'lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siamo andati a Price e li' ci siamo incontrati con la famiglia di James ( eccetto per Mary, Luke &amp; bimbe) e scoperto che avevano gia' installato la lapide, meno la foto. Ci e' voluto un po' per decidere come disegnarla e cosa metterci sopra. A vittoria piacevano tantissime cose, ma piu' di tutto cavalli e farfalle e noi ci abbiamo aggiunto un disegno di lei seduta in grembo di Gesu'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TGrEBMsp3uI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/j8ml06-hgEo/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TGrEBMsp3uI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/j8ml06-hgEo/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506429019281284834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the photo on the marker is just one I had with me, but wanted to see how it would have looked-&lt;em&gt;La foto di lei messa sulla lapide e' soltanto una che avevo con me, ma volevo vedere come sarebbe venuta&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of this last design also came actually from a drawing our dear friend Darlene did for us for Christmas, but also we wanted to copy one of Vittoria's drawing she did back in September of '07 when she drew herself sitting on Jesus's lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L'idea di questo ultimo disegno ci e' venuta anche da un disengo che la nostra carissima amica Darlene ci ha regalato per Natale, ma volevamo anche copiare un disegno che Vittoria ha fatto nel settembre del 2007 di se stessa seduta in grembo a Gesu'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/THf6F76HduI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Ewrfq-leyLI/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/THf6F76HduI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Ewrfq-leyLI/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510147648998831842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by Vittoria-sept 2007)&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the marker was very tough, it made it even more real that she is indeed gone, but I think she would have liked it. Our last tangible gift to her, one gift that we would never in our whole life immagined to give to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vedere la lapide e' stata parecchio dura, ha reso tutto piu' reale, che lei veramente non c'e' piu', ma penso che le sarabbe piaciuto. Il nostro ultimo tangibile regalo per la nostra bimba che mai in tutta la nostra vita avrei mai pensato di darle. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to thank our families near and far, friends and even total strangers who have showed us love and support in so many ways, every single day, but especially today. Thank you to those who could come and to those who couldn't, but were there with their hearts and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;We love you and thank you for loving and caring about our daughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vogliamo ringraziare le nostre famiglie, vicine e lontane, i nostri amici e anche completi sconosciuti che ci hanno dato affetto e supporto in cosi' tanti modi, ogni giorno, ma soprattutto oggi. Grazie a quelli che sono potuti venire e a quelli che non hanno potuto ma erano con noi con i lori cuori e preghiere.&lt;br /&gt;Vi vogliamo bene e grazie per voler bene a nostra figlia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/THf95xgv2QI/AAAAAAAAAbo/H7gPIlahaq8/s1600/DSC05352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/THf95xgv2QI/AAAAAAAAAbo/H7gPIlahaq8/s400/DSC05352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510151838096152834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cousins all dressed in purple &amp; Jacomo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-7842081333844163947?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7842081333844163947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-16th-2010-16-agosto-2010.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/7842081333844163947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/7842081333844163947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-16th-2010-16-agosto-2010.html' title='August 16th, 2010- 16 Agosto 2010'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TGrEBMsp3uI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/j8ml06-hgEo/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-3998962558817559986</id><published>2010-08-12T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T16:21:25.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Photos before heading Home-Ultime Foto prima di tornare a Casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TGSAoLak8gI/AAAAAAAAAbI/WUDhG48auxw/s1600/DSC03121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TGSAoLak8gI/AAAAAAAAAbI/WUDhG48auxw/s400/DSC03121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504666072300974594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Are you talking to me?- Ma stai parlando con me??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TGR_TMy3HcI/AAAAAAAAAaY/4WkvgMy3qj0/s1600/DSC03119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TGR_TMy3HcI/AAAAAAAAAaY/4WkvgMy3qj0/s400/DSC03119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504664612382383554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What do you want?-Ma che vuoi?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TGR_S_7VDyI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/BGqUqioMYuc/s1600/DSC03118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TGR_S_7VDyI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/BGqUqioMYuc/s400/DSC03118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504664608928239394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm so cool with Uncle Andy's helmet and sunglasses- Faccio il fico con il casco e occhiali da sole di Zio Andy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TGR-GoD2_nI/AAAAAAAAAaI/E63Chw-uFCU/s1600/DSC03051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TGR-GoD2_nI/AAAAAAAAAaI/E63Chw-uFCU/s400/DSC03051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504663296851508850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(being funny- facendo il matto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Both our kids love to drive cars- I nostri due bimbi amano guidare le macchine)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TGR-GL1xIZI/AAAAAAAAAaA/SocnUoHYQ04/s1600/DSC03093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TGR-GL1xIZI/AAAAAAAAAaA/SocnUoHYQ04/s400/DSC03093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504663289276211602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(August 2010- Agosto 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TGR-F8h9AzI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JDdP37sMKjc/s1600/DSC00814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TGR-F8h9AzI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JDdP37sMKjc/s400/DSC00814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504663285166572338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(July 2006-Luglio 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAYING IN THE YARD WHERE MY MOM GREW UP- GIOCANDO NEL CORTILE DOVE E' CRESCIUTA LA MIA MAMMA by Jacomo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TGR_46ae0XI/AAAAAAAAAbA/HxbleVj1Img/s1600/DSC03122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TGR_46ae0XI/AAAAAAAAAbA/HxbleVj1Img/s400/DSC03122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504665260283318642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TGR_4QtZpZI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Tqn3EFr7gJw/s1600/DSC03124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TGR_4QtZpZI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Tqn3EFr7gJw/s400/DSC03124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504665249088382354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TGR_T054jnI/AAAAAAAAAag/_5KJj9NGWIc/s1600/DSC03126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TGR_T054jnI/AAAAAAAAAag/_5KJj9NGWIc/s400/DSC03126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504664623149256306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-3998962558817559986?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3998962558817559986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-photos-before-heading-home-ultime.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/3998962558817559986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/3998962558817559986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-photos-before-heading-home-ultime.html' title='Last Photos before heading Home-Ultime Foto prima di tornare a Casa'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TGSAoLak8gI/AAAAAAAAAbI/WUDhG48auxw/s72-c/DSC03121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-7022699733493459750</id><published>2010-08-01T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T23:32:47.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Photos-Altre Foto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TFZl7X_HkUI/AAAAAAAAAZw/1-uGin5ZtQs/s1600/DSC02770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TFZl7X_HkUI/AAAAAAAAAZw/1-uGin5ZtQs/s400/DSC02770.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500696065605079362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TFZl7EN7XeI/AAAAAAAAAZo/VND8rKBEFyY/s1600/DSC02829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TFZl7EN7XeI/AAAAAAAAAZo/VND8rKBEFyY/s400/DSC02829.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500696060298485218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TFZl6yqsAuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/L-RB5lfiU80/s1600/DSC02826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TFZl6yqsAuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/L-RB5lfiU80/s400/DSC02826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500696055587275490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TFZl6vm3QRI/AAAAAAAAAZY/xVQvF42O8LI/s1600/DSC02884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TFZl6vm3QRI/AAAAAAAAAZY/xVQvF42O8LI/s400/DSC02884.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500696054765928722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TFZlkM8eJ5I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/sNwLel3RVoc/s1600/DSC02944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TFZlkM8eJ5I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/sNwLel3RVoc/s400/DSC02944.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500695667504195474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TFZlj0QRk8I/AAAAAAAAAZI/nvdqodJXZMw/s1600/DSC02962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TFZlj0QRk8I/AAAAAAAAAZI/nvdqodJXZMw/s400/DSC02962.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500695660876370882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eating ice cream- con un Cornetto Algida)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TFZljdeemxI/AAAAAAAAAZA/4Iu8vQdquq0/s1600/DSC02963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TFZljdeemxI/AAAAAAAAAZA/4Iu8vQdquq0/s400/DSC02963.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500695654761929490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TFZljIETwQI/AAAAAAAAAY4/NMmfrMQ9F_o/s1600/DSC03019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TFZljIETwQI/AAAAAAAAAY4/NMmfrMQ9F_o/s400/DSC03019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500695649015021826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(enjoying some Nutella-All'attacco della Nutella)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-7022699733493459750?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7022699733493459750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-photos-altre-foto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/7022699733493459750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/7022699733493459750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-photos-altre-foto.html' title='More Photos-Altre Foto'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TFZl7X_HkUI/AAAAAAAAAZw/1-uGin5ZtQs/s72-c/DSC02770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-1148188320439316434</id><published>2010-07-16T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:25:24.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Months-11 Mesi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TEDLNTHa_aI/AAAAAAAAAYI/g9aE1C5EVmo/s1600/untitled+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TEDLNTHa_aI/AAAAAAAAAYI/g9aE1C5EVmo/s400/untitled+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494614974722145698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sweet baby girl went back to Heavenly Father 11 months ago today. How surreal! 11months ago, we were getting ready for her surgery, playing with her and holding and hugging her. Today, like every day I feel the emptiness in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;I know our Vittoria is always with us, everywhere we go, but it's the physical touch and the sound of her voice that we miss so terribly. Yesterday, I had my little boy in my lap and we were sitting in front of the computer. We started watching home videos of our Vittoria: hearing her voice, seeing her facial expression were just pure joy to our ears and eyes, he kept pointing his little chubby finger to the screen and saying "IAIA" (Vittoria).&lt;br /&gt;11 months have gone by, but Vittoria is in every minute of our everyday...&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE YOU &amp; MISS YOU VITTORIA!!&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, Mamma &amp; Jacomo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La nostra dolce Vittoria è ritornata dal Signore 11 mesi fa oggi. e' surreale! 11mesi fa, ci stavamo preparando per la sua operazione, giocavamo insieme, ci davamo tanti abbracci e coccolavamo. Oggi, come ogni giorno, sento il vuoto nelle mie braccia.&lt;br /&gt;So che la nostra Vittoria è sempre con noi, ovunque andiamo, ma sono il contatto fisico e il suono della sua voce che mi mancano da impazzire. Ieri avevo il mio bimbo seduto in braccio davanti al computer. Abbiamo incominciato a guardare video di Vittoria: sentire la sua voce e vedere le sue expressioni sono stati una pura gioia per le nostre orecchie e i nostri occhi, Jacomo continuava a puntare il suo ditino paffuto verso lo schermo e a chiamare "IAIA" ( Vittoria).&lt;br /&gt;Sono passati 11 mesi, ma Vittoria è in ogni minuto della nostra giornata...&lt;br /&gt;TI VOGLIAMO BENE E CI MANCHI VITTORIA!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papà, mamma &amp; Jacomo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-1148188320439316434?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1148188320439316434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/07/11-months-11-mesi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/1148188320439316434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/1148188320439316434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/07/11-months-11-mesi.html' title='11 Months-11 Mesi'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TEDLNTHa_aI/AAAAAAAAAYI/g9aE1C5EVmo/s72-c/untitled+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-3094264565745119010</id><published>2010-07-14T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T02:24:15.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 2010-Luglio 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Just pictures from Paris, France.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD4_CUnmFwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/2yvp6o5W0zc/s1600/DSC02625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD4_CUnmFwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/2yvp6o5W0zc/s400/DSC02625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493897904565655298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sitting in a park-seduti al parco)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TFPrj-9A_tI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/rmiYTPjtkuA/s1600/DSC02615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TFPrj-9A_tI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/rmiYTPjtkuA/s400/DSC02615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499998573376372434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD4_CCcBVGI/AAAAAAAAAXA/KVXEu3E-DQw/s1600/DSC02611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD4_CCcBVGI/AAAAAAAAAXA/KVXEu3E-DQw/s400/DSC02611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493897899685270626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD4_BpTGkzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-8CLyyXFtAQ/s1600/DSC02595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD4_BpTGkzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-8CLyyXFtAQ/s400/DSC02595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493897892936979250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I took this picture with Vittoria in mind: this is the Opéra de Paris and is where "The Phantom of the Opera" takes place. Vittoria knew the movie and songs by heart- &lt;em&gt;Ho fatto questa foto con Vittoria in mente: questa è l'Opéra de Paris ed è dove si svolge "Il Fantasma dell'Opera". Vittoria conosceva il film e le canzoni a memoria&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD4_p4Hjz4I/AAAAAAAAAXY/lY7fs_nebF0/s1600/DSC02666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD4_p4Hjz4I/AAAAAAAAAXY/lY7fs_nebF0/s400/DSC02666.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493898584109862786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD4_pu5FFHI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Aven9yMYzkM/s1600/DSC02660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD4_pu5FFHI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Aven9yMYzkM/s400/DSC02660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493898581633209458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tired of the heat-stanco del caldo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;....and from Rome!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD5ANuiYyXI/AAAAAAAAAX4/sGQgyuSljqI/s1600/Jacomo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD5ANuiYyXI/AAAAAAAAAX4/sGQgyuSljqI/s400/Jacomo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493899200013322610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD5ACsgZCMI/AAAAAAAAAXw/RIyvSeR6WpE/s1600/DSC02739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD5ACsgZCMI/AAAAAAAAAXw/RIyvSeR6WpE/s400/DSC02739.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493899010489518274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo &amp; Maggie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD5ACmpb-HI/AAAAAAAAAXo/vMGl_vU4D_4/s1600/DSC02732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD5ACmpb-HI/AAAAAAAAAXo/vMGl_vU4D_4/s400/DSC02732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493899008916846706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD5ACU8CFhI/AAAAAAAAAXg/2EfVFh1INHY/s1600/DSC02692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD5ACU8CFhI/AAAAAAAAAXg/2EfVFh1INHY/s400/DSC02692.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493899004163003922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-3094264565745119010?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3094264565745119010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-2010-luglio-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/3094264565745119010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/3094264565745119010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-2010-luglio-2010.html' title='July 2010-Luglio 2010'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD4_CUnmFwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/2yvp6o5W0zc/s72-c/DSC02625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-3437996888407936466</id><published>2010-07-14T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T16:58:20.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July 2010- 4 Luglio 2010</title><content type='html'>Another "first" major holiday without our sweet daughter Vittoria. We left for the weekend and headed first down to Price to take some flowers to Vittoria and then to the cabin up to Scofield. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un’altra “prima” festività senza la nostra dolce Vittoria. Siamo partiti per il weekend and ci siamo fermati prima a Price a portare dei fiori a Vittoria e poi ci siamo recati alla baita su a Scofield.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD4ud2zb0kI/AAAAAAAAAVw/JFWA7ocL3Rk/s1600/DSC05264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD4ud2zb0kI/AAAAAAAAAVw/JFWA7ocL3Rk/s400/DSC05264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493879685900915266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like every year the family gets together  for the annual Scofield Parade. Almost everybody was there, except for Mary and Luke and the girls whom we missed greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come ogni anno, la famiglia di James si ritrova per la parata annuale. C’erano quasi tutti, eccetto Mary e Luke &amp; figlie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started early in the morning with a big breakfast (bacon, sausage, ham, eggs, has browns and pancakes) at the pavillion in the center of the town. At 10 am the Parade began. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La giornata è iniziata presto la mattina con una grande colazione (pancetta, salsiccia, prosciutto, uova, patate e frittelle fritte) al padiglione nel centro della città. Alle 10 è iniziata la parata.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD4uearE_xI/AAAAAAAAAV4/oO2quk7ZEkE/s1600/DSC05275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD4uearE_xI/AAAAAAAAAV4/oO2quk7ZEkE/s400/DSC05275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493879695529541394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(James &amp; Jacomo at breakfast- James &amp; Jacomo a colazione)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD42zEUmA0I/AAAAAAAAAWw/OeNm9zRB3CY/s1600/DSC05283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD42zEUmA0I/AAAAAAAAAWw/OeNm9zRB3CY/s400/DSC05283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493888846399931202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD42ZlvPhFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/0RPztOuYqkE/s1600/DSC05287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD42ZlvPhFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/0RPztOuYqkE/s400/DSC05287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493888408693474386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Waiting for the parade to come by-Aspettando la parata)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  rest of the day was spent looking trough booths and relaxing, four-wheeling, riding horses until the evening when they had a  big display of fireworks from an island in the middle of the lake. That's Vittoria's favorite part: she loves fireworks and the beautiful colors and awesome designs they create in the dark sky. We got to enjoy them with Garth and Tori and the girls  and I'm 100% positive our little girl was clapping her hands and laughing at how beautiful they were reflecting in the water below. Our little boy did enjoy them too, but from the safety of  inside the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il resto della giornata lo abbiamo trascorso tra bancarelle e a cavalcare, sulle quad e a rilassarci, fino alla sera quando c’è stata l’annuale mostra di fuochi d’artificio sparati da un’isoletta al centro del lago. Questo è il momento preferito di Vittoria: lei adora i fuochi d’artificio, i bellissimi colori e vari disegni che si vanno a creare nel cielo notturno. Noi ce li siamo goduti insieme a Garth &amp; Tori &amp; figlie e sono sicura che la nostra bimba sarebbe stata felice di vedere come erano belli riflessi nell’acqua del lago. Pure il nostro bimbo se li è goduti, ma da dentro la macchina.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD42Y8lb6aI/AAAAAAAAAWY/YK2t5_JjNfA/s1600/DSC05302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD42Y8lb6aI/AAAAAAAAAWY/YK2t5_JjNfA/s400/DSC05302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493888397646490018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD42ZJNtqtI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Fx_YcC02ySo/s1600/DSC05300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD42ZJNtqtI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Fx_YcC02ySo/s400/DSC05300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493888401036651218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vittoria was probably cheering and was so proud of her mother actually getting on a horse. We were surprised and pleased to see Val do it. It was the longest she has ever stayed on and actually looked like she enjoyed it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the rest of the weekend just hanging out and went home Sunday night to get our suitcases ready to leave to go to Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abbiamo trascorso il resto del weekend in tranquillità e siamo tornati a casa domenica sera per preparare le valigie per andare in Italia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go on, day after day, sometimes not even realizing where time has gone, but the heartache is always there, maybe even stronger than before. It's not any easier and her absence is felt tremendously, especially at times like this, where she should have been sitting with all her cousins and wave and clap to the floats coming by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andiamo avanti, giorno dopo giorno, a volte senza realizzare dove sia andato a finire il tempo trascorso, ma il dolore che abbiamo nel cuore è sempre lì, forse ancora più forte di prima. Non è più facile e la sua assenza si sente tantissimo, soprattutto in momenti come questi, quando lei sarebbe dovute essere con tutte le sue cuginette a salutare e ad applaudire i carri che passavano.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last July, in 2009, it was the first time we didn't go to the cabin. Vittoria was being kept away from crowds to get ready to have her heart surgery. With my mom and dad, we went to have our own Fourth of July. We roasted marshmallows, visited lakes and enjoyed good times together. Vittoria was happy I think, but looking back on the pictures taken that day, I wonder if she was feeling something...if she knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lo scorso luglio, nel 2009, per la prima volta non siamo andati alla baita. Dovevamo tenere Vittoria lontano dalla gente per prepararsi all'operazione al cuore. Con i miei genitori, siamo andati a celebrare il nostro 4 Luglio. Abbiamo acceso il fuoco, arrostito i marshmallows, visto dei laghi stupendi e trascorso del bel tempo insieme. Penso che Vittoria fosse felice, ma guardando alcune sue foto fatte quel giorno, mi chiedo se si sentisse qualcosa....se sapeva.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD4udiQSVtI/AAAAAAAAAVo/4q7TKHsYmN0/s1600/DSC03892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD4udiQSVtI/AAAAAAAAAVo/4q7TKHsYmN0/s400/DSC03892.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493879680384784082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Our last family picture all together-La nostra ultima foto di famiglia tutti insieme)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD4t0IyYl_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/-oM_CGMmsHY/s1600/DSC03885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD4t0IyYl_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/-oM_CGMmsHY/s400/DSC03885.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493878969173841906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD4tzwJyVAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/xlDgIQiQyzQ/s1600/DSC03882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD4tzwJyVAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/xlDgIQiQyzQ/s400/DSC03882.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493878962561111042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD4tzh0Z-9I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/xa878z2wc14/s1600/DSC03881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD4tzh0Z-9I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/xa878z2wc14/s400/DSC03881.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493878958713338834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vittoria, we miss you so much and we love you more than words can say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-3437996888407936466?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3437996888407936466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july-2019-4-luglio-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/3437996888407936466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/3437996888407936466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july-2019-4-luglio-2010.html' title='4th of July 2010- 4 Luglio 2010'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TD4ud2zb0kI/AAAAAAAAAVw/JFWA7ocL3Rk/s72-c/DSC05264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-7132005295911068086</id><published>2010-06-16T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T09:36:41.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day &amp; 10 Months- Giorno dei Defunti &amp; 10 Mesi</title><content type='html'>(Mom’s turn)&lt;br /&gt;One more month has flown by… and it’s 10 months today that our sweet baby girl went back to Heaven. For Memorial Day this year we went to the cabin with the family. The trees are green once again and the snow is all gone, except for the very top of the mountains. Jacomo loves to be outside and play, sometimes forgetting to eat and take naps. James took him horseback riding and four wheeling and our little boy never seemed to get enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un altro mese e` volato via… e oggi sono 10 mesi che la nostra dolce bimba e` tornata in Cielo. Per il Giorno dei Defunti siamo andati alla baita con la famiglia di James ( il weekend del Giorno dei Defunti qui di solito dopo aver portato fiori sulle tombe dei defunti, si va in campeggio, al lago o in montagna, e` un’occasione per trascorrere del tempo con la famiglia). Gli alberi sono di nuovo verdi, la neve e` sparita, eccetto sulle cime piu` alte e si mettono via le motoslitte per far posto a cavalli e four wheelers.  Jacomo adora stare fuori e giocare, a volte dimenticando di mangiare e fare il sonnellino pomeridiano.  James lo ha portato a fare innumerevoli giri sul cavallo e sulla four wheeler eppure Jacomo sembrava non averne mai abbastanza.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday the 30th, the three of us went to Price to take some flowers to Vittoria’s grave. The whole cemetery was decorated with flowers, plants and flags. It was such a pretty, colorful sight and very peaceful. Other family members and friends had already taken wreaths and flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Domenica 30 maggio, noi tre ci siamo recati a Price a portare dei fiori sulla tomba della nostra Vittoria. L’intero cimitero era decorato con piante, mazzi di fiori e bandierine, era veramente una veduta molto bella e vivace, molto tranquilla. Altri parenti ed amici avevano gia` portato dei fiori e delle corone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TBj591A8VlI/AAAAAAAAAVI/YQ8uGXC1Eiw/s1600/DSC05217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TBj591A8VlI/AAAAAAAAAVI/YQ8uGXC1Eiw/s400/DSC05217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483407386921948754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TBj59OLVR6I/AAAAAAAAAVA/6z65zQkKwko/s1600/DSC05216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TBj59OLVR6I/AAAAAAAAAVA/6z65zQkKwko/s400/DSC05216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483407376496543650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TBj579WzxSI/AAAAAAAAAUw/RT8s9giTm2w/s1600/DSC00266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TBj579WzxSI/AAAAAAAAAUw/RT8s9giTm2w/s400/DSC00266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483407354801407266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a very bright yellow Chrysanthemum and we stayed for a while until our Jacomo started to take decorations off other people’s graves and throwing tantrums. That was our cue he was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noi le abbiamo portato una pianta di crisantemi di un bel giallo intenso e ci siamo fermati per un po`, fino a quando il nostro Jacomo ha incominciato a togliere le decorazioni dalle tombe di altra gente e a fare capricci. Era il suo modo di dirci che lui si era stufato.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TBj58hwuMmI/AAAAAAAAAU4/mdaZ7cGEHvg/s1600/DSC05210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TBj58hwuMmI/AAAAAAAAAU4/mdaZ7cGEHvg/s400/DSC05210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483407364573770338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(May 2010-Jacomo sitting next to Vittoria's grave/Maggio 2010-Jacomo seduto vicino alla tomba di Vittoria)&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to the cabin and I just could not stop thinking about how much Vittoria would have liked to see so many pretty flowers. It was so different from last Memorial Day that the four of us spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siamo tornati alla baita e per il resto del weekend non potevo smettere di pensare quanto sarebbe piaciuto a Vittoria la vista di cosi` tanti bei fiori e a quanto era stata diversa questa festivita` l’anno scorso quando l’abbiamo trascorsa tutti e quattro insieme.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TBjYm3kInlI/AAAAAAAAAUo/mTzzZk7ECJ8/s1600/DSC03191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TBjYm3kInlI/AAAAAAAAAUo/mTzzZk7ECJ8/s400/DSC03191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483370708585717330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(May 2009-Waking up in the camp trailer/Maggio 2009-Il risveglio nella roulotte)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TBjYmbxQSoI/AAAAAAAAAUg/OscB9FrMFM4/s1600/DSC03186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TBjYmbxQSoI/AAAAAAAAAUg/OscB9FrMFM4/s400/DSC03186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483370701124553346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(May 2009-Roasting marshmallows with Dad/Maggio 2009-Vittoria sta arrostendo i marshmallows con il papa`)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TBjYmEZNydI/AAAAAAAAAUY/FvzoNHff2HI/s1600/DSC03176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TBjYmEZNydI/AAAAAAAAAUY/FvzoNHff2HI/s400/DSC03176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483370694849710546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Maggio 2009-Our 2 joys/Maggio 2009- I nostri 2 tesori)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TBjYli6thxI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/mOedtgofgvo/s1600/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TBjYli6thxI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/mOedtgofgvo/s400/096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483370685863397138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Maggio 2009-Riding the horse/Maggio 2009-in giro a cavallo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TBjYlKf9CtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/WDDy1zKBTik/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TBjYlKf9CtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/WDDy1zKBTik/s400/054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483370679308716754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Maggio 2009-Riding Nati's four wheeler/Maggio 2009-In giro sulla four wheeler di Nati)&lt;br /&gt;As the 1 year anniversary is getting closer, I feel anxious, scared, sadder and aching to have our daughter with us. Our life goes on and we keep busy and we try to be good parents to this little boy. He is still young but so headstrong and independent, yet loving towards his big sister.  As he was getting ready to go to bed a couple of nights ago, he grabbed a big framed photo of Vittoria and kissed her. My heart rejoiced and broke at the same time to see that. What a tender moment, especially since he is not the kissing and hugging type. In moments like that, I wish our sweet Vittoria could be physically here for just ONE day so that we could all kiss those soft cheeks again and she could feel her little brother’s kiss on her cheek for the first time. I guess that we will just have to wait for the here-after to make my wish come true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Con l’avvicinarsi del primo anniversario, sono piu` ansiosa, spaventata, triste e sento ancora piu` la mancanza di nostra figlia. La nostra vita va avanti, ci teniamo impegnati e cerchiamo di essere dei buoni genitori per questo bimbo cosi` piccolo ancora, ma parecchio testardo e indipendente, eppure molto affettuoso verso la sorella. Un paio di sere fa, prima di andare a dormire, ha preso in mano una cornice gigante con la foto di Vittoria e le ha dato un bacio. Il mio cuore ha gioito e sofferto nell’assistere alla questa scena. Che momento pieno di tenerezza, soprattutto perche` lui non si fa abbracciare o baciare. In attimi come questo che vorrei che Vittoria fosse fisicamente qui per solo un giorno per coprire di baci  quelle guance sempre morbide e affinche` anche lei sentisse il bacio del suo fratellino sulla sua pelle per la prima volta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a minute goes by that we don't think of our baby girl, we love her and miss her tremendously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Non passa un minuto nella nostra giornata che non pensiamo alla nostra bimba, le vogliamo un mondo di bene e ci manca da morire!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-7132005295911068086?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7132005295911068086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorial-day-10-months-giorno-dei.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/7132005295911068086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/7132005295911068086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorial-day-10-months-giorno-dei.html' title='Memorial Day &amp; 10 Months- Giorno dei Defunti &amp; 10 Mesi'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/TBj591A8VlI/AAAAAAAAAVI/YQ8uGXC1Eiw/s72-c/DSC05217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-298338166233725640</id><published>2010-05-19T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T06:53:41.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Months: Memorial Tribute &amp; Dance Recital-9 Mesi:Tributo alla Memoria &amp; Saggio di Danza</title><content type='html'>(Mom's Turn)&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in 9 months, the 16th fell on a Sunday and of course our minds turned to THAT Sunday, August 16th, the morning that things were stable and we were waiting and praying for a heart but in the afternoon our baby girl was gone. That was the longest, most painful and surreal day of my entire life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Per la prima volta in 9 mesi, il 16 era di domenica e naturalmente i nostri pensieri sono tornati a QUELLA domenica, il 16 di agosto, quando la mattina la situazione era stabile e noi aspettavamo e pregavamo che arrivasse un cuore presto e il pomeriggio la nostra bimba si e` spenta. E`stato il giorno piu` lungo, doloroso e surreale di tutta la mia vita.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we started out our day by going to the Primary Children's Medical Center Memorial Tribute in memory of all the children who passed away in 2009. The program included music, poems and a slide show with photos of all the beautiful kids who left this earth prematurely. Vittoria's photo was the very last one and as her name was read, I looked up at her photo and felt this immense stab to my heart. I could not stop the tears. I was physically hanging on to James' arm, squeezing my eyes shut and praying to wake up from this nightmare... but this is reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Domenica, abbiamo iniziato la nostra giornata andando ad una cerimonia in memoria di tutti i bambini che sono venuti a mancare nel 2009 organizzata da Primary Children's Medical Center. Il programma includeva della musica, poesie e una carellata di diapositive di tutti questi bambini bellissimi che se ne sono andati troppo presto. La foto della nostra Vittoria e` stata l'ultima ad essere mostrata e mentre il suo nome veniva letto, ho alzato gli occhi, l'ho guardata e ho sentito questa coltellata mostruosa al cuore. Non ho potuto trattenere le lacrime un minuto di piu`. Ero fisicamente aggrappata al braccio di James, con gli occhi chiusi stretti e pregavo di potermi svegliare da questo incubo, ma questa e` la nostra realta`.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S_SG-LOijZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/OPLXiHEzm6E/s1600/245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S_SG-LOijZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/OPLXiHEzm6E/s400/245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473147849885781394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is the photo we submitted for the slideshow. We love this picture, it's her, with her uncombed hair, a smile on her face and a girly hat.-&lt;em&gt;Questa e`la foto usata per la mostra di diapositive. E' lei, con i capelli non pettinati, un sorriso sulle labbra e un cappello)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the poems that was read at the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Una delle poesie lette alla cerimonia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For a Parent on the Death of a Child” by John O’Donahue&lt;br /&gt;No one knows the wonder&lt;br /&gt;Your child awoke in you,&lt;br /&gt;Your heart a perfect cradle&lt;br /&gt;To hold its presence.&lt;br /&gt;Inside and outside become one&lt;br /&gt;As new waves of love&lt;br /&gt;Kept surprising your soul.&lt;br /&gt;Not you sit bereft&lt;br /&gt;Inside your nightmare,&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes numbed&lt;br /&gt;By the sight of a grave&lt;br /&gt;No parent should ever see.&lt;br /&gt;You will wear this absence&lt;br /&gt;Like a secret locket,&lt;br /&gt;Always wondering why&lt;br /&gt;Such a new soul&lt;br /&gt;Was taken home so soon.&lt;br /&gt;Let the silent tears flow&lt;br /&gt;And when your eyes clear&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you will glimpse&lt;br /&gt;How your Eternal child&lt;br /&gt;Has become the unseen Angel&lt;br /&gt;Who parents your heart&lt;br /&gt;And persuades the moon&lt;br /&gt;To send new gifts ashore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got home, we packed our bags and left for Price. We went to the cemetery before it got dark and took a purple (of course!) teddy bear for our little girl. Her cousin Taylor took her a toy windmill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amiamo questa sua foto, e` lei, con i capelli non pettinati, un sorriso e un cappello femminile. Una volta tornati a casa, abbiamo fatto le valigie e siamo andati a Price. Ci siamo recati al cimitero prima che facesse buio, le abbiamo portato un orsetto viola ( ovvio!), mentre sua cugina Taylor le ha portato una girandola.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S_SKHJzAL8I/AAAAAAAAATI/ph0joTF3kJw/s1600/DSC05193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S_SKHJzAL8I/AAAAAAAAATI/ph0joTF3kJw/s400/DSC05193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473151302655553474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent most of Monday morning choosing and designing a grave marker. It was tough. How do you sum up a little girl's life on a rock? How do you portray her personality and favorite things? How do you show her funny crazy faces and her sweet little voice? You don't! We are trying to make the best decision, and I hope she would agree with our choices. Needless to say, I was emotionally drained by the time we left the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abbiamo trascorso quasi tutta la mattinata di lunedi` a scegliere una lapide. E` stata dura. Come si riassume la vita di una bimba su una pietra? Come racconti la sua personalita` e le sue cose preferite? Come mostri le sue facce buffe o la sua vocina tanto dolce? Non si puo`! Abbiamo cercato di prendere la decisione migliore, e spero che Vittoria sia d'accordo con le nostre scelte. Non c'e` bisogno di dirlo, che era emotivamente piuttosto svuotata quando ce ne siamo andati.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday evening we went to the annual spring dance recital put on by Tori's dance studio, Dance Technica. Like always, the dances were amazing, fun and entertaining, and music was awesome. This year, Tori dedicated two dances to Vittoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lunedi` sera siamo andati all'annuale saggio di danza organizzato dalla scuola di danza di Tori, Dance Technica. Come sempre, i balli era incredibili e divertenti e la musica fantastica. Quest'anno Tori ha dedicato due balli a Vittoria. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an honor it was for us to be there. We were really excited and anxious, all we knew was that all of Vittoria's cousins and her aunts were going to be in one of the dances, everything else was going to be a surprise... and it was! A very beautiful and touching tribute to our daughter, whose framed photo was on the stage with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E` stato un onore poter essere li`. eravamo emozionati e ansiosi, l'unica cosa che sapevamo era che le cugine e le zie di Vittoria avrebbero partecipato in uno dei due balli, il resto sarebbe stato una sorpresa. E lo e` stata! Un bellissimo e coomovente omaggio alla nostra bambina, la cui foto era sul palcoscenico con le ballerine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S_nPBZ7LS7I/AAAAAAAAATo/ni92pCrN10Y/s1600/DSC05195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S_nPBZ7LS7I/AAAAAAAAATo/ni92pCrN10Y/s400/DSC05195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474634445091457970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S_w510t7ImI/AAAAAAAAAUA/2wGBO9EmmEY/s1600/IMG_9065+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S_w510t7ImI/AAAAAAAAAUA/2wGBO9EmmEY/s400/IMG_9065+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475314843822793314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Copyright Bryner Photography)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first dance, with the music of "The Call" by Regina Spektor, was performed by the Elites Class. The second dance, with the music of "Footprints In The Sand" by Leona Lewis, was performed by the Advanced Ballet Class and by Aunt Tori, Aunt Mary, Aunt Joy, Aunt Jana and all of Vittoria's cousins: Taylor, Nati, Payton, Tianna, Jocelyn, Rylie, Adelia, Camryn, Harley and Pyper, all dressed in purple. It was a good thing that James was videotaping both dances because I could barely see. My eyes were swimming in tears and I was trying so hard to hold back my uncotrollable sobbing. It was simply beautiful and amazing: seeing all of these little girls dancing around on the stage. I would say that Vittoria was with them, having fun and enjoying the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il primo ballo, con la musica di "The Call" di Regina Spektor, era stato eseguito dalla Classe Elites. La seconda danza, con la musica di "Footprint In The Sand" di Leona Lewis, ers stata eseguita dalla Classe di Advanced Ballet e dalle zie Tori, Mary, Joy (incinta) e Jana e da tutte le cuginette di Vittoria: Taylor, Nati, Payton, Tianna, Jocelyn, Rylie, Adelia, Camryn, Harley e Pyper, tutte quante vestite di viola. Per fortuna che James stava riprendendo il tutto con la videocamera, perche`avevo difficolta` a vedere, gli occhi erano pieni di lacrime e stavo cercando in tutti i modi di trattenere il pianto incotrollabile. Era semplicemente incredibile e bellissimo: "ho visto" la nostra Vittoria con tutte queste bambine che ballavano sul palcoscenico, che si divertiva un mondo e si godeva lo spettacolo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S_w507NHLYI/AAAAAAAAATw/79mPIKbsV8w/s1600/IMG_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S_w507NHLYI/AAAAAAAAATw/79mPIKbsV8w/s400/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475314828384349570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Copyright Bryner Photography)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S_w51ep71DI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ttiLt8fFpmo/s1600/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S_w51ep71DI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ttiLt8fFpmo/s400/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475314837900481586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Copyright Bryner Photography)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Tori from the bottom of our hearts for all the hard work, time and talent put in your dance recital. You are awesome and keep it up, we just love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S_nPA93sFjI/AAAAAAAAATg/ASD2_7_GwYQ/s1600/DSC05194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S_nPA93sFjI/AAAAAAAAATg/ASD2_7_GwYQ/s400/DSC05194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474634437560636978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our beautiful baby girl is always with us. Always. La nostra bellissima bimba e` sempre con noi. Sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-298338166233725640?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/298338166233725640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/9-months-memorial-trbute-dance-recital.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/298338166233725640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/298338166233725640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/9-months-memorial-trbute-dance-recital.html' title='9 Months: Memorial Tribute &amp; Dance Recital-9 Mesi:Tributo alla Memoria &amp; Saggio di Danza'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S_SG-LOijZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/OPLXiHEzm6E/s72-c/245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-602556038237395772</id><published>2010-05-11T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T12:32:44.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day- Festa della Mamma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S-xbXQxj0TI/AAAAAAAAASw/fIh__vbr8KU/s1600/DSC03650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S-xbXQxj0TI/AAAAAAAAASw/fIh__vbr8KU/s400/DSC03650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470848102546264370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S-xLHNdWGAI/AAAAAAAAAR4/-z7hXytIaAM/s1600/IM000568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S-xLHNdWGAI/AAAAAAAAAR4/-z7hXytIaAM/s400/IM000568.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470830234592221186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S-xN94WWGKI/AAAAAAAAASY/AV26dov749Y/s1600/moto.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S-xN94WWGKI/AAAAAAAAASY/AV26dov749Y/s400/moto.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470833372841777314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S-xLHkclhAI/AAAAAAAAASA/X71voF1GIj0/s1600/DSC00276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S-xLHkclhAI/AAAAAAAAASA/X71voF1GIj0/s400/DSC00276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470830240763053058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, this holiday is over. This was the first Mother's Day without our Vittoria. It was a tough one, but it's a good thing we have our little boy to keep us going. I woke up this morning to cards from him and James and to lots of purple flowers, plants, a chocolate cake and mint chocolate chip ice cream. (James knows me sooo well!) Jacomo's card had the drawing of his chubby little hand and a whole bunch of scribbles while James' was very touching and opened the flood gates of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E anche questa festivita' e' passata per fortuna. Questa era la Prima Festa della Mamma senza la nostra Vittoria.E' stata dura, ma fortunatamente abbiamo il nostro gnappetto che ci fa andare avanti. Al mio risveglio ho trovato un biglietto da parte di Jacomo e uno da parte di James e tanti fiori viola e piante, una torta al cioccolato e il gelato alla menta con le gocce di cioccolato. (Come mi conosce bene James!!). Il biglietto di Jacomo aveva un disegno della sua mano cicciotta e un po' di scarabocchi, mentre quello di James era molto commovente e mi ha fatto piangere come una fontana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall we had a fair day. In the afternoon, James' parents stopped by on their way back to Price to say hi and make sure we were ok. For the rest of the evening we watched movies, ate the cake and ice cream and cuddled on the couch. I guess we were ok, but Vittoria's absence was felt every single second... still, I wanted one of her hugs so bad. Our little Jacomo has never been a hugger or a cuddler, so we forced him to hug us and cuddle with us anyway... I think it might be working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nel complesso abbiamo trascorso una giornata discreta. Nel pomeriggio i genitori di James ci sono venuti a trovare e per accertarsi che stessimo bene. Per il resto della serata abbiamo visto un paio di film, mangiato la torta e il gelato e ci siamo rilassati sul divano. Suppongo che stiamo discretamente, ma la sua assenza si sente ogni secondo...eppure avevo una voglia incredibile di avere uno dei suoi abbracci. A il nostro Jacomo non e' mai piaciuto accocolarsi o dare abbracci, cosi' noi lo abbracciamo e lo coccoliamo per forza..e forse forse la cosa sta funzionando.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S-xLjiSBmdI/AAAAAAAAASI/aSdmuUh8tak/s1600/mondiali+2006+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S-xLjiSBmdI/AAAAAAAAASI/aSdmuUh8tak/s400/mondiali+2006+075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470830721218222546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S-xN9t3_ZDI/AAAAAAAAASQ/99U5w0d4XkY/s1600/DSC01814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S-xN9t3_ZDI/AAAAAAAAASQ/99U5w0d4XkY/s400/DSC01814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470833370030105650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an honor and a privilege to be Vittoria and Jacomo's mom. &lt;br /&gt;Vittoria taught me so many things. First of all, how to be a mom. I learned the meaning of unconditional love, patience, courage and devotion. She has shown me what it means to be strong and unselfish. I will always be her mom. Jacomo is now teaching me how to be EVEN more patient than before, to smile and laugh again, and to love him just as he is. We hug him a little longer, a little tighter and tell him we love him always.&lt;br /&gt;Our kids are the light of our lives and we love them more than life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E' un onore e privilegio essere la mamma di Vittoria e Jacomo. &lt;br /&gt;Vittoria mi ha insegnato parecchie cose, prima tra tutte come essere una mamma. Ho imparato il significato di amore incondizionato, pazienza, coraggio e dedizione. Mi ha mostrato cosa significa essere forte e altruista. Saro` sempre la sua mamma. Jacomo mi sta insegnando a come essere ancora piu` pazienti di prima, a sorridere e ridere di nuovo, e di volergli bene cosi` com'e`. Ce lo teniamo abbracciato un pochino piu' a lungo, un pochino piu' forte, e gli ripetiamo sempre che gli vogliamo un mondo di bene.&lt;br /&gt;I nostri figli sono la luce della nostra vita e li amiamo piu` della vita stessa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S-xWKBbAyQI/AAAAAAAAASo/IlD-4GgWSYE/s1600/120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S-xWKBbAyQI/AAAAAAAAASo/IlD-4GgWSYE/s400/120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470842377528723714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-602556038237395772?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/602556038237395772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-festa-della-mamma.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/602556038237395772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/602556038237395772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-festa-della-mamma.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day- Festa della Mamma'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S-xbXQxj0TI/AAAAAAAAASw/fIh__vbr8KU/s72-c/DSC03650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-7656489137839908558</id><published>2010-05-11T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:45:47.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Skating with Her Class-Pattinando sul Ghiaccio con la Sua Classe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S-mHPJIzvJI/AAAAAAAAARg/aZRQfe5CmiI/s1600/165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S-mHPJIzvJI/AAAAAAAAARg/aZRQfe5CmiI/s400/165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470051916638829714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;I received this email from Ms. Debbie,Vittoria's teacher,a while back. It has been a comfort to us to know that there are still people thinking about her and they haven't forgotten her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ho ricevuto questa email da Ms. Debbie, la maestra di Vittoria,un po` di tempo fa. Ci aiuta e comforta sapere che c'e` ancora gente che la pensa e che non l'hanno dimenticata.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Val and James,&lt;br /&gt;     Yesterday we took our class ice skating (third time this year.)  &lt;br /&gt;Even though she wasn't able to ice skate with us last year, we pictured &lt;br /&gt;Vittoria on the ice with us.  Why?  We were listening to the radio at &lt;br /&gt;full volume while we skated, and Love Story came on the radio.  Brooke, &lt;br /&gt;Gimenia, and I all looked at each other while we were skating and said, &lt;br /&gt;"Vittoria is with us, racing us around the rink."  Our hearts ache for &lt;br /&gt;you; please know that Vittoria is never far from our thoughts.  She &lt;br /&gt;never let her physical limitations slow her down.  She'd take off &lt;br /&gt;running with that "catch me if you can" grin on her face - it always &lt;br /&gt;seemed she wanted to take off and FLY!!!! &lt;br /&gt;We love you both and think of you and your family often.  Please visit &lt;br /&gt;again this spring, before school is out!!!&lt;br /&gt;Much love and hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Debbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cari Val e James,&lt;br /&gt;ieri abbiamo portato la classe a pattinare sul ghiaccio ( la terza volta quest'anno). Anche se Vittoria non era stato in grado di venire a pattinare con noi l'anno scorso, abbiamo immaginato Vittoria sul ghiaccio con noi. Perche'? Stavamo ascoltando la musica a tutto volume mentre pattinavamo, e "Love Story" ha incominciato a suonare. Brooke, Gimenia ed io ci siamo guardate mentre pattinavamo e abbiamo detto:"Vittoria e' con noi, a gareggiare con noi intorno alla pista". I nostri cuori soffrono per voi; sappiate che Vittoria e' spesso nei nostri pensieri. Lei non ha mai permesso alle sue limitazioni fisiche di rallentarla. Incominciava a correre con quel sorriso del tipo " acchiappami se ci riesci"-sembrava sempre che lei volesse decollare e VOLARE VIA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Vi vogliamo bene e vi pensiamo spesso. Venite a trovarci questa primavera prima che la scuola finisca!!&lt;br /&gt;Con affetto e tanti abbracci,&lt;br /&gt;Debbie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S-mJqHWzDMI/AAAAAAAAARo/03aROibQ2Wk/s1600/DSC00221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S-mJqHWzDMI/AAAAAAAAARo/03aROibQ2Wk/s400/DSC00221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470054579040357570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss our baby girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-7656489137839908558?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7656489137839908558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/ice-skating-with-her-class-pattinando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/7656489137839908558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/7656489137839908558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/ice-skating-with-her-class-pattinando.html' title='Ice Skating with Her Class-&lt;em&gt;Pattinando sul Ghiaccio con la Sua Classe&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S-mHPJIzvJI/AAAAAAAAARg/aZRQfe5CmiI/s72-c/165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-483592171421606467</id><published>2010-04-16T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:46:18.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Months- 8 Mesi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S8h0ugCHsGI/AAAAAAAAARQ/PzoKHnwS63o/s1600/245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S8h0ugCHsGI/AAAAAAAAARQ/PzoKHnwS63o/s400/245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460742890408357986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Picture taken 20 July 2009, the evening before her last surgery-Foto fatta il 20 luglio 2009, la sera prima della sua ultima operazione)&lt;br /&gt;(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;Our baby girl has been gone for 8 months and I can’t believe it… I don’t want to believe it. How is it possible that now time goes faster than ever before, but while I was growing up and going to school, it felt as if the days would never pass fast enough? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La nostra bimba non c’e` piu` da 8 mesi, non ci posso credere…non ci voglio credere. Come e` possible che il tempo passa piu` veloce che mai, ma crescendo e andando a scuola sembra che non passasse mai abbastanza velocemente?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our days are almost always busy and full with work, chasing Jacomo, regular chores and errands, but empty and sad without our Vittoria. I think it’s a hard new routine we have been trying to adapt to. You would think that after 8 months we should have somehow adjusted to it, but I don’t think we have. Old habits die hard. Things like turning around to see if BOTH Vittoria and Jacomo are buckled in, or writing her name after ours on birthday cards, or even walking past Vittoria’s room to see if her light is off and if she kicked off the covers for the umpteenth time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Le nostre giornate sono quasi sempre piene e occupate con il lavoro, a rincorrere Jacomo, i giri e lefaccende di tutti i giorni, ma vuote senza la nostra Vittoria. E` una routine nuova e difficile a cui stiamo provando ad adattarci, uno penserebbe che dopo 8 mesi in qualche maniera ci siamo adeguati, ma penso che non lo abbiamo fatto ancora. Le vecchie abitudini sono dure a morire, come il continuare a girarsi per vedere se sia Vittoria che Jacomo hanno tutti e due le cinture allacciate, o scrivere il suo nome con il nostro su biglietti di auguri, o passare davanti alla stanza di Vittoria per controllare se le luci sono spente o si e` tolta le coperte per l’ennesima volta.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep doing these sort of things somehow helps me to think that I am indeed still taking care of her, and that I’m still being a good mom to her. It’s not easy after 8 years to stop what we used to do all at once. So many times I have found Jacomo watching TV a little too close and without even thinking I called him Vittoria and tell him to step back a bit. If I am in a store,” my feet” start taking me to the girls’ apparel section before I remember. Remembering and facing reality are a big slap in the face and a stab in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continuare a fare questo tipo di cose mi aiuta a credere che in qualche modo mi sto ancora prendendo cura di lei e sono ancora una brava mamma. Non e` facile dopo 8 anni smettere d’improvviso di fare quello che si era oramai un’abitudine. Tante volte ho trovato Jacomo un po` troppo attaccato alla television e senza neanche pensare l’ho chiamato Vittoria e l’ho fatto spostare.  Quando sono in un negozio, i “miei piedi” mi portano nel reparto d’abbigliamento per bambine prima che incomincio a ricordare.  Ricordare e affrontare la realta`sono un gran bello schiaffo in faccia e una coltellata al cuore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S8h0vI4WZAI/AAAAAAAAARY/gwzhTrkQ_TE/s1600/251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S8h0vI4WZAI/AAAAAAAAARY/gwzhTrkQ_TE/s400/251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460742901373232130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Last picture of Vittoria smiling-ultima foto di Vittoria sorridente)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you and miss you, Vittoria!&lt;br /&gt;Ti vogliamo bene e ci manchi, Vittoria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Borrowed this poem from Sherry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Broken Chain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We little knew&lt;br /&gt;that morning&lt;br /&gt;that God was going&lt;br /&gt;to call your name.&lt;br /&gt;In life we loved&lt;br /&gt;you dearly&lt;br /&gt;In death we do the&lt;br /&gt;same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It broke our hearts&lt;br /&gt;to lose you.&lt;br /&gt;You did not go alone,&lt;br /&gt;for part of us went&lt;br /&gt;with you the day&lt;br /&gt;God called you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left us peaceful&lt;br /&gt;memories. Your love&lt;br /&gt;is still our guide.&lt;br /&gt;And though we cannot&lt;br /&gt;see you, you are&lt;br /&gt;always at our side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family chain&lt;br /&gt;is broken&lt;br /&gt;and nothing seems&lt;br /&gt;the same,&lt;br /&gt;but as God calls&lt;br /&gt;us one by one,&lt;br /&gt;the Chain&lt;br /&gt;will link&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-483592171421606467?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/483592171421606467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/04/8-months-8-mesi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/483592171421606467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/483592171421606467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/04/8-months-8-mesi.html' title='8 Months- 8 Mesi'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S8h0ugCHsGI/AAAAAAAAARQ/PzoKHnwS63o/s72-c/245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-787417236538078429</id><published>2010-04-06T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:46:46.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"First" Easter- "Prima" Pasqua</title><content type='html'>(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;Like all of the other holidays we have had since Vittoria's passing, this Easter was the first one without her. At first, the idea of going camping really did not appeal to me. It felt wrong and very sad to be doing all the things she loved without her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come tante altre festivita` che abbiamo avuto da quanto Vittoria non e` piu` con noi, questa Pasqua e` stata la prima senza la nostra bimba. All'inizio, l'idea di andare a fare campeggio non mi attraeva per niente, per me era sbagliato e triste fare tutte queste attivita` che lei adorava senza di lei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we have had Vittoria 8 years ago, we spent every single Easter at home, either recovering from surgery or getting ready for one. We always wished we could have taken our little girl out and gone camping, but we were just happy to be together, just the three of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da quando e` nata Vittoria 8 anni fa, abbiamo trascorso ogni Pasqua a casa, o perche` si stava riprendendo da una operazione o perche` si stava preparando per un'altra. Certo, ci sarebbe piaciuto portarla fuori, a fare campeggio, ma noi eravamo contenti cosi`, di essere insieme, solo noi tre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S8Nq19Ait-I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DZzcfJPShH8/s1600/DSC02957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S8Nq19Ait-I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DZzcfJPShH8/s400/DSC02957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459324648445622242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On the 10th of April 2009, Vittoria is ready to leave the hospital, but the Easter Bunny stopped by to say hi-&lt;em&gt; Il 10 Aprile 2009, Vittoria e` pronta a lasciare l'ospedale dopo un'altra operazione alla schiena, ma prima una visita dal "Coniglio Pasquale").&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S8Nq2BjbPJI/AAAAAAAAARA/2ttRzCL7Rew/s1600/DSC02965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S8Nq2BjbPJI/AAAAAAAAARA/2ttRzCL7Rew/s400/DSC02965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459324649665674386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Coloring eggs at home- Colorando le uova a casa) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S8Nq29WwsVI/AAAAAAAAARI/khcp2Txi8x8/s400/DSC02968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459324665718681938" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(James, Jacomo &amp; Vittoria are done- James, Jacomo e Vittoria hanno finito)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year, it was the first time for James and I (and Jacomo) to go camping for Easter with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quest'anno e` stata anche la prima volta che James ed io (e Jacomo) siamo andati con il resto della famiglia per Pasqua.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S7uw60B7hMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/z-BM18h2_jU/s1600/DSC05110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S7uw60B7hMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/z-BM18h2_jU/s400/DSC05110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457149897935127746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S8NlF1fx-gI/AAAAAAAAAQg/r8kElZxHQUs/s1600/DSC05106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S8NlF1fx-gI/AAAAAAAAAQg/r8kElZxHQUs/s400/DSC05106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459318324237302274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(James &amp; Jacomo enjoy playing in the dirt- &lt;em&gt;James &amp; Jacomo si divertono a giocare nella terra)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S7uwdbcjVBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/auKIKiuxh_U/s1600/DSC05099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S7uwdbcjVBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/auKIKiuxh_U/s400/DSC05099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457149393119695890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo &amp; his toys- &lt;em&gt;Jacomo &amp; i suoi giocattoli&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S7uwc1i79xI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-iRqTJFdOIg/s1600/DSC05098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S7uwc1i79xI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-iRqTJFdOIg/s400/DSC05098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457149382945928978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo searching for Easter eggs- &lt;em&gt;Jacomo alla ricerca delle uova di Pasqua&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S7uwcu1mvQI/AAAAAAAAAQA/SEuoZBVw7ls/s1600/DSC05096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S7uwcu1mvQI/AAAAAAAAAQA/SEuoZBVw7ls/s400/DSC05096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457149381145181442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo's basket is as heavy as he is- &lt;em&gt;Il secchiello di Jacomo pesa quanto lui&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with camp trailers, toy-haulers and horses in tow, we made our way to our camping spot in the desert. On the way down we had our nieces Payton and Rylie with us and during our ride, we sang songs and tried to guess from which Disney movies they were from. These little girls, like the rest of our nieces, have a very special way to touch our hearts. As the very first notes of "Love Story" by Taylor Swift came on, you could see their little brains working to guess the song and then almost at the same time Rylie screamed "it's Love Story" and Payton "it's Vittoria's favorite song!" So of course we had to turn up the volume and sing it out loud. What a joy to hear their little voices from the back seat singing their hearts out. I imagined Vittoria directing the choir and making them sing louder and louder. The girls requested the song to be played I think 4 more times before we made it to our camping spot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cosi` con varie roulotte, rimorchi per moto e cavalli, ci siamo avviati verso la nostra destinazione nel deserto. Le nostre due nipoti, Payton e Rylie, sono venute in macchina con noi, cosi` abbiamo fatto il viaggio cantando le varie canzoni e loro dovevano indovinare di quale film Disney fossero la colonna sonora. Queste bambine, come il resto delle nostre nipoti, hanno un modo speciale per commuoverti. Appena sono iniziate le prime note di "Love Story" di Taylor Swift, e le potevi vedere a lavoro per indovinare la canzone, quasi simultaneamente Rylie ha urlato" E` Love Story" e Payton" E` la canzone preferita di Vittoria!". Cosi`, ovvio che abbiamo dovuto alzare il volume al massimo e cantarla a squarciagola. Che bello sentire queste due vocine dal sedile dietro cantare a piu` non posso. Ho pensato a Vittoria che le dirigeva e le incitava a cantare a voce ancora piu` alta. Hanno richiesto di sentire la stessa canzone altre 4 volte, prima di arrivare finalmente a destinazione.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S8NlsVd-JaI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nqJZ6SeUEys/s1600/DSC05086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S8NlsVd-JaI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nqJZ6SeUEys/s400/DSC05086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459318985654674850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Our base camp in the desert- &lt;em&gt;Il nostro campobase nel deserto&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we arrived there, it was late and dark, and I was so glad I was not the one driving in the scary narrow spots: my hat goes off to Tori, Bonnie and Jana who pulled trailers around some tight turns. Anyway, we set up camp and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;We spent the next 4 days four wheeling, eating, playing in the dirt, walking, talking, exploring, hiking and riding horses (not me though!). It was sunny, yet pretty windy and chilly, but the food was awesome, and the company was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siamo arrivati tardi in serata ed grata di non aver dovuto guidare in quelle condizioni: tanto di cappello a Tori, Bonnie e Jana che hanno guidato, con i rimorchi dietro, su "strade" parecchio strette e pericolose. Abbiamo sistemato le roulotte e ce ne siamo andati a dormire.&lt;br /&gt;I 4 giorni successivi li abbiamo trascorsi facendo di tutto, su motociclette, camminate, esplorazioni, a mangiare, e andando a cavallo ( non la sottoscritta pero`!). C'era parecchio vento e faceva un po` freddo, ma il cibo era divino e la compagnia ottima.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S8NlGTbbUII/AAAAAAAAAQo/WRBv5uSaf2M/s1600/DSC05088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S8NlGTbbUII/AAAAAAAAAQo/WRBv5uSaf2M/s400/DSC05088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459318332272103554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S7uwbfT74yI/AAAAAAAAAPw/cYLpj6StWs0/s1600/DSC05077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S7uwbfT74yI/AAAAAAAAAPw/cYLpj6StWs0/s400/DSC05077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457149359797560098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He loves the dirt for sure!- &lt;em&gt;Quanto gli piace la terra&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S7uvjBDetYI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WSW4imRPj_g/s1600/DSC05049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S7uvjBDetYI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WSW4imRPj_g/s400/DSC05049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457148389602801026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo and cousins Harley and Camryn out for a spin!- &lt;em&gt;Jacomo e le cuginette Harley e Camryn pronti per andare a fare un giro!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacomo had a blast! He was all over the place and always on the go, exploring, trying to get to the horses on his own, or catch a ride with somebody on the four wheeler. We had a good time, relaxed (when Jacomo would take his nap) and enjoy the surrounding wild nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacomo si e`divertito tantissimo, andava dappertutto, sempre in movimento, esplorando, cercando di andare dai cavalli da solo, o fare un giro con qualcuno sulle motociclette. Noi siamo stati bene, ci siamo rilassati ( quando Jacomo si faceva il riposino) e abbiamo goduto la natura selvaggia intorno a noi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure enjoyed my nieces' company: we would go for four wheeler rides and they would giggle so hard, and then they would ask to go on the dirt bumps so that the one sitting in the very back without a blanket under her behind would laugh and grumble at the same time. I imagined Vittoria going on rides with us, sitting in the front, with her arms spread wide and a big grin on her face, the wind in her hair saying: "Look mom, I'm flying and I don't have to hold on this time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi sono goduta la compagnia delle mie nipoti: andavamo  a fare i giri sulle motociclette e loro si sbellicavano dal ridere, chiedevano di andare sui dossi piu` grossi, cosi` quella che sedeva di dietro all'ultimo posto, senza una coperta sotto il sedere, rideva, ma poi brontolava perche` era doloroso. Immaginavo Vittoria che veniva con noi a fare questi giri, seduta davanti a me,con le braccia allargate, con un bel sorriso e il vento nei capelli che mi diceva: "Guarda mamma, sto volando, e questa volta non mi devo aggrappare a niente e nessuno!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, another holiday has come and gone...life goes on, days pass and we miss her more and more each day. We can hear her tiny voice and remember the softness of her skin, I just would like one more hug from her. &lt;br /&gt;We miss you sweet Vittoria so much and we love you!&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;em&gt; cosi' e' passata un'altra vacanza...la vita va avanti, i giorni passano e sentiamo la sua mancanza ogni giorno sempre di piu'. Sentiamo la sua voce e ricordiamo quanto morbida fosse la sua pelle, vorrei soltanto un altro suo abbraccio.&lt;br /&gt;Ci manchi dolce Vittoria e ti vogliamo tanto bene!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S7uvig5IwSI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wq0p7YOAjsc/s1600/DSC05015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S7uvig5IwSI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wq0p7YOAjsc/s400/DSC05015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457148380969484578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Taking time to eat- &lt;em&gt;Pausa pranzo!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S7uviJrAaMI/AAAAAAAAAPY/wxSfmpsprm0/s1600/DSC05011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S7uviJrAaMI/AAAAAAAAAPY/wxSfmpsprm0/s400/DSC05011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457148374736201922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo &amp; his daddy- &lt;em&gt;Jacomo e il suo papa`)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S7uvhTnbn8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/iLmHJM7rpx4/s1600/DSC05010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S7uvhTnbn8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/iLmHJM7rpx4/s400/DSC05010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457148360225693634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S7uvg86w0QI/AAAAAAAAAPI/deGYTv6_5SE/s1600/DSC04994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S7uvg86w0QI/AAAAAAAAAPI/deGYTv6_5SE/s400/DSC04994.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457148354132758786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If he could, he would sleep with his clothes on- &lt;em&gt;Se potesse, Jacomo dormirebbe con i vestiti addosso)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-787417236538078429?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/787417236538078429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-easter-prima-pasqua.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/787417236538078429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/787417236538078429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-easter-prima-pasqua.html' title='&quot;First&quot; Easter- &quot;Prima&quot; Pasqua'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S8Nq19Ait-I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DZzcfJPShH8/s72-c/DSC02957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-3840079519660390191</id><published>2010-03-22T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:47:17.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BEFORE....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S6eZnG3JxtI/AAAAAAAAAOY/l8nmjUKv8RE/s1600-h/_DSC0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S6eZnG3JxtI/AAAAAAAAAOY/l8nmjUKv8RE/s400/_DSC0295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451494771091162834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo on 2/15/2010 for his first professional photo-Jacomo il 15 di febbraio 2010 posa per la sua "prima" foto)&lt;br /&gt;(Mom's turn)&lt;br /&gt;After many months of long and unruly hair, I finally decided to take Jacomo to get his "first" haircut, well first professional cut. Until now I was the now cutting here and there, but I think boy's hair needs to be cut by somebody who knows what he is doing. So we went to Cookie Cutters and it was a fun and interesting experience. They made him choose which car he wanted to sit in, the movie he wanted to watch and after that it was 20 minutes of cutting, buzzing and fixing and he transformed into a little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dopo parecchi mesi di capelli lunghi e difficili da gestire, finalmente mi sono decisa a portare Jacomo per il suo "primo" taglio di capelli, il primo taglio di capelli fatto da una professionista. Fino ad adesso li accorciavo io qui e la`, ma sono del parere che i capelli di un maschietto devono essere tagliati da qualcuno che sa quello che fa. Cosi` siamo andati da Cookie Cutters ed e` stata un'esperienza divertente ed interessante allo stesso tempo. Gli hanno fatto scegliere la macchinina in cui sedersi, il film che voleva vedere e dopo 20 minuti di tagli e rasature, l'ha trasformato in un ometto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..DURING...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S6ecb2WTM8I/AAAAAAAAAOw/gXZQHm6Unc4/s1600-h/DSC04964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S6ecb2WTM8I/AAAAAAAAAOw/gXZQHm6Unc4/s400/DSC04964.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451497876214723522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S6eccvKLYgI/AAAAAAAAAO4/qrfNFN0rrwg/s1600-h/DSC04978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S6eccvKLYgI/AAAAAAAAAO4/qrfNFN0rrwg/s400/DSC04978.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451497891464700418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;....AFTER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S6eZnj7iZtI/AAAAAAAAAOg/S2b6WwXVZSg/s1600-h/DSC04980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S6eZnj7iZtI/AAAAAAAAAOg/S2b6WwXVZSg/s400/DSC04980.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451494778894182098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo with short hair on 3/18/2010- Jacomo con i capelli corti il 18 marzo 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never took Vittoria to get her haircut professionally: she liked it long and I would just let it grow out and every once in a while , I would cut it to get rid of split ends or even it out. It there was enough humidity, her hair would curl up and look shorter, so she made sure it would at least touch her shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Non ho mai portato Vittoria a farsi tagliare i capelli professionalmente: a lei piacevano lunghi e li ha lasciati crescere, ed io ogni tanto li tagliavo per togliere le doppie punte o pareggiarli. Se c'era abbstanza umidita`, i suoi capelli si arriccivano e sembrano piu` corti, cosi` si accertava sempre che le toccassero almeno le spalle &lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S6qT7y9O1lI/AAAAAAAAAPA/OPM9TzoSUZc/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S6qT7y9O1lI/AAAAAAAAAPA/OPM9TzoSUZc/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452332954385569362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I love this photo: you can see her big brown eyes, for once not hidden by her glasses, and her curly brown hair- Questa foto mi piace molto: si possono vedere bene i suoi occhioni marroni, per una volta non nascosti dagli occhiali e i suoi ricci).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-3840079519660390191?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3840079519660390191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-look.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/3840079519660390191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/3840079519660390191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S6eZnG3JxtI/AAAAAAAAAOY/l8nmjUKv8RE/s72-c/_DSC0295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-3387087117326954948</id><published>2010-03-16T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T11:08:36.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Months- 7 Mesi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S6BASouiV0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/nrdUDRrgorA/s1600-h/DSC03416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S6BASouiV0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/nrdUDRrgorA/s400/DSC03416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449426238032729922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She said his food was gross, hence the disgusted face- A Vittoria la pappa del fratello proprio non piaceva, per questo aveva sempre la faccia disgustata)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S6BASFSw97I/AAAAAAAAAN4/DupKpUWuNZM/s1600-h/DSC03414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S6BASFSw97I/AAAAAAAAAN4/DupKpUWuNZM/s400/DSC03414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449426228521007026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Although she was grossed out, she loved feeding him- Nonostante tutto, Vittoria adorava dare la pappa al fratellino) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S6BARg4eU4I/AAAAAAAAANw/-eB2Hx5U1N8/s1600-h/DSC03411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S6BARg4eU4I/AAAAAAAAANw/-eB2Hx5U1N8/s400/DSC03411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449426218747057026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Always careful and doting on Jacomo- Sempre attenta e devota al fratello)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S6BARfhqYvI/AAAAAAAAANo/HuJySeuQC6U/s1600-h/DSC03409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S6BARfhqYvI/AAAAAAAAANo/HuJySeuQC6U/s400/DSC03409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449426218382942962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mom’s turn)&lt;br /&gt;Another month has gone by… I really can’t  believe it. Why does it feel like it was just yesterday that we were at the hospital holding her hand talking to her, yet other times it feels like it was forever ago, like she has been gone for a long time.  We miss her so much, there are no words to describe the ache and longing.  As I get up and face each day, I’m always thinking of her and what she would say and do if she were here: would she chase her little brother for me so I can fix dinner or teach him some songs to keep him happy? Would she kick him out of her room because he is destroying her stuff or would she help him get dressed? I know beating myself up is not good, but how can I not think of all this?? That’s how I thought our life would be. I know, seven months should have been enough time for us to catch on to reality, a totally different reality.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E` passato un altro mese...non ci posso credere. Perche` a volte sembra quasi ieri che eravamo all'ospedale a tenerle la mano e a parlarle, e poi altre volte sembra essere passata un'eternita`, come se Vittoria ci avesse lasciato tanto tempo fa. Ci manca cosi` tanto, non ci sono parole per descrivere il dolore e la voglia di averla con noi. Ogni giorno mi alzo e affronto la giornata pensando sempre a lei, a cosa direbbe o farebbe se fosse qui: rincorrerebbe il fratello cosi` io sono libera di preparare la cena o gli insegnerebbe delle canzoni per farlo felice? Lo caccerebbe dalla sua stanza perche` lui le sta distruggendo le sue cose o lo aiuterebbe a vestirsi? Lo so che questo farsi del male cosi` non fa bene, ma come non faccio a non pensare a queste cose? Era cosi` che avevo immaginato la nostra vita. Lo so, sette mesi sarebbero dovuti essere stati sufficienti per capire la realta`, una realta` competamente diversa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m thankful that for eight months she was able to do the things big sisters do: feed him, play with him, change his diaper (she insisted that she would NOT change the poopy ones, she said that was my job!), give him a bath and just love him.  As our days go by, I'm almost certain that somehow she is reminding him to keep us on our toes, and he does, trust me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sono grata pero` per gli otto mesi che lei ha potuto fare le cose da sorella maggiore: dargli la pappa, giocare con lui, cambiargli il pannolino ( e lei insisteva che i pannolini con la popo` erano miei da cambiare), fargli il bagnetto e volergli bene. Con il passare dei giorni, sono quasi convinta che in qualche modo lei gli sta ricordando di tenerci sempre all'erta, and lui lo fa, credetemi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last couple of weeks he ate the point of a pink highlighter marker and the sticker that keeps a package of tissues closed. He chased and ATE a fruit fly and then laughed about it. He removed the cover of the heating vent in his bedroom and filled it up with lots of small little toys until the hole could not hold anything more. He ate a purple crayon and walked around for almost a whole day with his dad’s baseball hat lowered over his face chasing a ball and running into walls, doors, couches, chairs, and so on. I literally can’t  turn my head 1 second and he is in trouble! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nelle ultime due settimane, Jacomo si e` mangiato la punta dell'evidenziatore rosa e l'etichetta adesiva dei pacchetti di fazzoletti. Ha rincorso e si e` mangiato un moscerino e si e` pure divertito. Ha scoperchiato la presa d'aria calda nella sua stanza, l'ha riempita con parecchi giochi piccoli piccoli fino a quando era piena stracolma. Si e` mangiato un colore a cera viola e per quasi tutto il giorno ha girato per casa con il cappello del padre calato sulla faccia intento a rincorrere la palla e nel frattempo sbattendo contro mura, porte, divani, sedie eccetera. Non posso girare la testa per un secondo che si mette nei guai!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S6BHJ86HfgI/AAAAAAAAAOI/N9avjs0FUUk/s1600-h/DSC04939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S6BHJ86HfgI/AAAAAAAAAOI/N9avjs0FUUk/s400/DSC04939.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449433785412582914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we are happy he is this way: curious, adventure seeker, trouble maker, funny, tender, active, stubborn, happy and even whiney. At the end of the day, we love him more and more and he brings us joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma a noi va bene cosi`: curioso, sempre in cerca di avventure e nei guai, simpatico e divertente, tenero, attivo testardo, felice e anche le volte che e` lagnoso. Alla fine della giornata, noi gli vogliamo sempre piu` bene e ci da` tanta gioia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss our little girl and we know she is watching over us and protecting us and especially her little brother- We love you Vittoria, till we meet again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S6BIoOxfMnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Xsud8aKCKKc/s1600-h/14032010123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S6BIoOxfMnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Xsud8aKCKKc/s400/14032010123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449435405115929202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Good Night, Jacomo!- Buonanotte, Jacomo)&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-3387087117326954948?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3387087117326954948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/7-months.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/3387087117326954948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/3387087117326954948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/7-months.html' title='7 Months- 7 Mesi'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S6BASouiV0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/nrdUDRrgorA/s72-c/DSC03416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-3716533622064432232</id><published>2010-02-19T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T12:49:45.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCOFIELD &amp; 6 MONTHS</title><content type='html'>(Mom's Turn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every second weekend in February for the past 20 years or so, the Frandsen Family has organized and attended the Annual Scofield Snow Ride. So, every year, we pack up and go to the cabin to participate and to hang out with the family. This time I think they had the biggest turn out ever: over 180 snowmobilers showed up to enjoy the beautiful mountains, eat the yummy food and of course get the prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da piu' di vent'anni, ogni secondo sabato di febbraio, la Famiglia Frandsen organizza e prende parte all'Annuale Giro in Motoslitta a Scofield. Cosi', ogni anno, noi facciamo le valigie e andiamo alla baita per partecipare e stare con il resto della famiglia. Penso che quest'anno, abbiano avuto la piu' grande partecipazione: 180 motoslitte hanno partecipato al giro, la gente si e' goduta le meravigiose montagne, mangiato del cibo molto buono e vinto dei premi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S37TyJrFXgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0Ib4BzudF3E/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S37TyJrFXgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0Ib4BzudF3E/s400/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440018258453683714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S37TxI1zSNI/AAAAAAAAALw/kN52exWpV6I/s1600-h/DSC00092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S37TxI1zSNI/AAAAAAAAALw/kN52exWpV6I/s400/DSC00092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440018241050331346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacomo and I stayed at the cabin during the ride, since he is still too little to go, but we can't wait to take him on it. We know that Vittoria had a great time when James took her on the ride. It was very cold, but she never complained, and we tried to bundle her up as much as we could, her skinny little body would not hold heat for very long, but she was fearless, asking her dad to jump this and that, to go faster and do tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacomo ed io siamo rimasti alla baita, visto che lui e' ancora troppo piccolo per partecipare, ma non vediamo l'ora di portarlo con noi. Vittoria si divertiva un mondo quando James la portava con se'. Faceva parecchio freddo, ma lei non si lamentava, la coprivamo il piu' possibile, il suo corpicino cosi' piccolo e magro non riteneva il caldo a lungo, ma lei era senza paura, chiedeva al padre di saltare questo e quello, di andare piu' veloce e di fare le acrobazie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S37btVwoQLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Wa7wlWwZG9g/s1600-h/DSC00779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S37btVwoQLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Wa7wlWwZG9g/s400/DSC00779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440026971891843250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vittoria-February 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S37dJU-DM0I/AAAAAAAAANY/CzyN596FesQ/s1600-h/DSC00804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S37dJU-DM0I/AAAAAAAAANY/CzyN596FesQ/s400/DSC00804.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440028552227664706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S37dIh6eHOI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JPGHkuEaCpU/s1600-h/DSC00805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S37dIh6eHOI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JPGHkuEaCpU/s400/DSC00805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440028538522442978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S37bvKZCS2I/AAAAAAAAANI/fz455lX1V_k/s1600-h/DSC00815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S37bvKZCS2I/AAAAAAAAANI/fz455lX1V_k/s400/DSC00815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440027003199834978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the similarities between my two kids have to do with being outside. Jacomo, like his sister, absolutely LOVES to be outside and the snow. &lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the rendezvous point for lunch kinda early, so Aunt Jana, cousin Harley, Jacomo and I played in the snow and explored a bit around. It was cold, windy and started to snow some, but nothing could keep our boy inside: for exactly 3 hours, he walked, fell, rolled, played, ran in the snow, like it was just a summer day. He had a blast, and by the time we got back to the cabin, he was exhausted and fell asleep right away. His mom, on the other hand, after all the workout of keeping up with him, had to take some Tylenol and a much needed nap. Who needs to go to the gym? It may sound like I'm complaining, but no, I would not change this little bundle of energy for anything in the world. We love him so much, he and Vittoria are our pride and joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Una delle cose che accomuna i miei due bambini e' il voler stare fuori a tutti i costi. Jacomo, proprio come la sorella, adora stare fuori e la neve. &lt;br /&gt;Arrivati al punto di ritrovo con un po' di anticipo, zia Jana, la cuginetta Harley, Jacomo ed io abbiamo deciso di esplorare i dintorni e giocare nella neve. Faceva parecchio freddo, c'era vento, aveva pure incominciato a nevicare un po', ma niente e nessuno poteva tenere Jacomo in macchina: per 3 ore, ha corso, camminato, si e' rotolato, e' caduto e si e' rialzato come se stesse giocando un qualsiasi giorno d'estate. Si e' divertito tanto, ma una volta ritornato alla baita, era talmente esausto che si e' addormentato come un sasso. La sua mamma, d'altra parte, dopo tutta la fatica di stargli appresso, si e' presa un bell'antidolorifico ed e' andata a farsi un bel riposino. Sembra che mi stia lamentando, ma no, non cambierei questo fagottino di energie per niente al mondo. Gli vogliamo un bene dell'anima, lui e Vittoria sono le nostre gioie e vanti.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S37a2PPMhwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JJbSg9MIb1M/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S37a2PPMhwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JJbSg9MIb1M/s400/DSC00085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440026025248196354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Harley &amp; Jacomo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S37TwZwTy_I/AAAAAAAAALo/nv3RnfYt0IA/s1600-h/DSC00097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S37TwZwTy_I/AAAAAAAAALo/nv3RnfYt0IA/s400/DSC00097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440018228410829810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, everybody made their way back to Price, since the following day was a holiday and we had pictures taken. So, on Monday, most of the morning and early afternoon was taken by the pictures: first all the grandkids ( it was funny seeing so many kids all together and the adults trying to get them to hold still, smile, and behave, and I was one of them since when everybody was ready and good to go, Jacomo decided he did not like to sit and be good). Then it was the whole family's turn, and then the single families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Domenica, tutta la famiglia ha fatto ritorno Price, visto che il giorno dopo era festa e avevamo le foto di famiglia da fare. Cosi', la maggior parte di lunedi' mattina e primo pomeriggio e' stata dedicata alle foto: prima con tutti i nipoti &lt;br /&gt;(uno spasso vedere cosi' tanti ragazzini tutti insieme e gli adulti che cercavano in tutti i modi di farli stare fermi, sorridere e comportarsi bene, io ero una di loro visto che una volta che tutti i bambini era pronti, Jacomo ha deciso che a lui non piaceva stare fermo e buono). Poi e' stato il turno di tutta la famiglia al completo e poi delle singole famiglie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since Monday is past and gone, everybody is back to their life, and we are back to ours, I honestly can say that since I was told about the pictures, I had dreaded Monday. Who wouldn't? I did too much thinking, but how could I have not? To me, it felt wrong, unfair and very sad that our Vittoria was NOT physically there. I do have some regrets that probably I'll carry with me for the rest of my life, and one is that I should have had our little family's picture done after Jacomo was born or even this summer before Vittoria went in for surgery. I can't go back in time, I wish I could. How could I smile when inside I was torn apart and felt like my heart was bursting with pain? I am the kind of person that wears her heart on her sleeve, especially when it comes to Vittoria, you can totally tell when I am in pain, so I think it was obvious during this weekend too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be', visto che lunedi' e' passato, tutti, compresi noi, siamo ritornati alle proprie vite e posso dire con tutta sincerita' che da quando mi fu detto di queste foto da fare, ero pittosto impaurita dall'arrivo del lunedi'. Ma chi non lo sarebbe stato? Mi ero fatta troppe congetture mentali, ma chi non lo avrebbe fatto? Per me era sbagliato, ingiusto e triste che la nostra Vittoria non sarebbe stata fisicamente con noi. Mi rammarico di non aver avuto l'idea di fare queste foto subito dopo la nascita di Jacomo o persino quest'estate prima che Vittoria avesse l'operazione, purttroppo non si pou' tornare indietro, ma come vorrei. Come potevo mettermi in posa e sorridere quando dentro mi sentivo morire? Sono il tipo di persona che non nasconde i propri sentimenti, soprattutto quando si tratta di Vittoria, e questo weekend sono stati piuttosto ovvi la tristezza e il dolore che abbiamo provato.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my wise hubby always says that what we do from now on is for our boy, so I got my act together and had our pictures taken. Our photographer and sister Jana will do something special to our photos...but can't say much now, maybe I'll have to do another post with the photos. (if allowed)&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I'm grateful for the graciousness and tactfulness of the family and that i we had our photos taken. One more "First" out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, afterwards, Uncle Garth took Jacomo on Taylor and Rylie's four wheeler for a ride around the yard. Obviously he loved it, like anything else that has an engine and makes noise. Two kids running around!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; L'unica cosa che mi ha convinto a farci fare le foto e' in realta' quello che James ripete da un po', cioe' che quello che facciamo da adesso in poi e' per nostro figlio. La nostra fotografa fara' qualcosa di speciale e particolare alle nostre foto e se mi verra'permesso nel prossimo post le pubblichero'.&lt;br /&gt;Ad ogni modo, nel pomeriggio Zio Garth ha portato Jacomo sulla quad di Taylor e Rylie per un giretto in giardino. Come ogni altra cosa che fa rumore e ha un motore, Jacomo ne e' rimasto completamente affascinato.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S37UYw-iPSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/tQVUVr1KBeA/s1600-h/1garth+%26+moose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S37UYw-iPSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/tQVUVr1KBeA/s400/1garth+%26+moose.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440018921839279394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S37UYgUSgPI/AAAAAAAAAMI/IvBKIfxZhLM/s1600-h/garth+%26+moose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S37UYgUSgPI/AAAAAAAAAMI/IvBKIfxZhLM/s400/garth+%26+moose.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440018917367120114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, February the 16th, was the 6 month mark since our Vittoria went back to Our Heavenly Father, and it was soo hard. So, on our way back to Salt Lake City, we stopped at the cemetery. More snow had fallen since we were there in January. The flowers and the teddy bear were frozen to the ground and some snowflakes had started to come down. Vittoria's cousins, uncles, aunts, grandparents were there with us. Thank you, once again, for your support, love and not leaving us alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Martedi' 16 febbraio segnava i 6 mesi da quando Vittoria e' ritornata dal Signore. Prima di lasciare Price, ci siamo fermati al cimitero. C'era ancora piu' neve di quando ci siamo stati a gennaio. I fiori e il peluche erano completamente ghiacciati e congelati per terra and i primi fiocchi di neve avevano incominciato a farsi vedere. Zii, cugini, nonni paterni erano sono venuti con noi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S37UaPHbctI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5jdli-Q_ffU/s1600-h/DSC00128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S37UaPHbctI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5jdli-Q_ffU/s400/DSC00128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440018947109515986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nati, Jacomo, Camryn, Taylor, Payton, Rylie)&lt;br /&gt;(Not pictured but present Adelia, Jocelyn, Tianna, Pyper &amp; Harley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S37UZl4ED1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/x5irmt32gHA/s1600-h/cimitero.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S37UZl4ED1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/x5irmt32gHA/s400/cimitero.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440018936039214930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought stuffed animals and more flowers, but also lots of tears. Six months have gone by, but the pain is so alive, almost like the first day. It feels like yesterday, but also like so much time has passed. We miss our little girl so much, we want to hold her and kiss her, and feel her skinny arms around around our neck and her tiny laughter.... &lt;br /&gt;...I just want my baby girl.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abbiamo portato altri fiori e peluche, ma anche tante lacrime. Sono passati 6 mesi, ma il dolore e' ancora cosi' vivo, quasi come il primo giorno. A volte sembra ieri, altre come se fosse passato tanto tempo. La nostra bimba ci manca tantissimo, vogliamo tenerla stretta a noi, darle tanti baci, sentire le sue braccine magre magre intorno al nostro collo e la sua risata...&lt;br /&gt;...voglio la mia bimba!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-3716533622064432232?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3716533622064432232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/scofield-6-months.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/3716533622064432232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/3716533622064432232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/scofield-6-months.html' title='SCOFIELD &amp; 6 MONTHS'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S37TyJrFXgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0Ib4BzudF3E/s72-c/DSC00091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-4270697028956433084</id><published>2010-02-05T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:38:13.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>Can I erase the past couple of days, please? &lt;br /&gt;So, our little boy started with a fever on Tuesday night, not big deal, except after almost 24 hours of Tylenol, he stopped eating and drinking and started acting very cranky and very clingy, with the fever reaching 103.6 Fahrenheit (39.8 Celsius). Not good, so off to the doctor who found an ear infection ( not again!) and prescribed an antibiotic. OK, I can totally deal with this: a few days of good meds and he will be fine, right? Wrong!! On Thursday at 1 am his fever reached 104 (40)!!!!!!!!! Throughout the day, the fever actually never went away, he kept crying and screaming for no apparent reason, nothing could comfort or calm him down, so yesterday afternoon, the nurse suggested to take him to a local hospital ( not a chance!) or Primary Children's Medical Center (crap)!! You know that was NOT the place I wanted to go. No offense, that is THE BEST place for a sick kid, but my emotions were and are still too raw and fresh to be thinking straight. As a mom, I had to put my feelings aside and do what was the best for my boy. Easier said than done, trust me. As we were getting ready to leave, on the outside I was trying to be brave and calm, but the memories and the emotions came up in crashing waves: my brain was already working to find an objective way to face this, but my heart was beating like crazy. My eyes started to tear up and my stomach was in knots. How could I do this without falling apart completely? What if the fever was a sign of something serious? And what if we met some of Vittoria's doctors or nurses? I mean, even just the parking lot triggers major anxiety issues and opens up the flood gates. I was scared.&lt;br /&gt;We checked in and it was déjà vu all over again: the beeping monitors, the floor, the beds, the medical charts, the background noise even the smell. &lt;br /&gt;Jacomo was a trooper: he got picked on, probed, checked several times, and during all, he held still, almost hypnotized, sooo much like his sister.&lt;br /&gt;His heart rate when we got there was a little bit off, he still had some fever and some redness in his ears. They also found out he had a really nasty discharge in his throat and that could have caused the high fever. The diagnosis was Pharyngitis. So after some Motrin, liquids and taking his vitals one last time, we finally got to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S2yNEtdU-vI/AAAAAAAAAKo/22Wa_5eK3JU/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S2yNEtdU-vI/AAAAAAAAAKo/22Wa_5eK3JU/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434873962390944498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo waiting for the doc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. He is doing much better today, but they said it will take 3 to 5 days for him to get back to normalcy. If that means 24/7 of a very active boy, not time to myself,always on the go, bring it on, I just don't want anymore of these experiences, I could do without them and especially I don't want to see the inside of Primary Children's anymore. I think I might need some serious therapy, I am a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;So, remember my fear of meeting one of our girl's doctors or nurses? Well, from far away, we spotted a doctor that was in the ICU when Vittoria was there, but since he never met her or us, I was ok with that. Instead, the nurse assigned to us was actually an old acquaintance: in September of 2008, Vittoria ended up at the ER for dehydration ( I know: bad parents!) and this nurse ended up being assigned to us. Not unusual, except that like our Vittoria, she has Marfan Syndrome. So of course, once Vittoria found it out, she was intrigued and very happy to meet somebody, especially an adult, with the same health problems as her, I think that maybe she was thinking what she would be like once she became an adult: a beautiful tall lady like the nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T., the nurse, was very gracious and professional, trying to keep us and especially Jacomo comfortable, yet when we told her of Vittoria's passing, her eyes were red and teary, she was deeply saddened and then she said :" I remember Vittoria, she was always happy and smiling!". Music to my ears, yep, that's our girl! And some pictures came to my mind, of our girl and her funny faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S2yTNYnCf1I/AAAAAAAAALI/UiAkTI0zStc/s1600-h/SNB10928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S2yTNYnCf1I/AAAAAAAAALI/UiAkTI0zStc/s400/SNB10928.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434880708483120978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S2yTM4KhrkI/AAAAAAAAALA/7tci_jaG7Yg/s1600-h/SNB10926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S2yTM4KhrkI/AAAAAAAAALA/7tci_jaG7Yg/s400/SNB10926.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434880699773595202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S2yTMeXStfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_6mB43euvr4/s1600-h/SNB10925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S2yTMeXStfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_6mB43euvr4/s400/SNB10925.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434880692847818226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S2yTL80UiYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5zKz0lyYdgQ/s1600-h/SNB10922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S2yTL80UiYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5zKz0lyYdgQ/s400/SNB10922.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434880683842767234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S2yUHsIBGwI/AAAAAAAAALY/XCP8SfW9Ww8/s1600-h/DSC02884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S2yUHsIBGwI/AAAAAAAAALY/XCP8SfW9Ww8/s400/DSC02884.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434881710154128130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S2yUHLWD_OI/AAAAAAAAALQ/gLb05vVJS50/s1600-h/DSC02881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S2yUHLWD_OI/AAAAAAAAALQ/gLb05vVJS50/s400/DSC02881.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434881701354667234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-4270697028956433084?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4270697028956433084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-day.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/4270697028956433084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/4270697028956433084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S2yNEtdU-vI/AAAAAAAAAKo/22Wa_5eK3JU/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-4219381555955260323</id><published>2010-01-19T14:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T07:29:55.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Some pictures from our Christmas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1YyWmn1_6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/iYwsYz3mXYE/s1600-h/DSC04808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1YyWmn1_6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/iYwsYz3mXYE/s400/DSC04808.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428581764747886498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Checking out the decorations on the tree)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1Yu0yejbNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XiWKGnTIayI/s1600-h/DSC02277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1Yu0yejbNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XiWKGnTIayI/s400/DSC02277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428577885279710418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fiumicino-Roma 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1YvqWw_RfI/AAAAAAAAAJg/dCyjvvRg6pQ/s1600-h/DSC_0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1YvqWw_RfI/AAAAAAAAAJg/dCyjvvRg6pQ/s400/DSC_0607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428578805553776114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On the train)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1Yvq8NMYVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vab_5NIQeJQ/s1600-h/DSC_0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1Yvq8NMYVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vab_5NIQeJQ/s400/DSC_0566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428578815604187474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(with Dad waiting at the train station)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1YwIR2bt1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/URY-zSdEcJc/s1600-h/DSC04749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1YwIR2bt1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/URY-zSdEcJc/s400/DSC04749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428579319630509906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(walking with Dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1YwI4IFMhI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4Cc98iFBCDI/s1600-h/DSC04712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1YwI4IFMhI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4Cc98iFBCDI/s400/DSC04712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428579329905078802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(with Nonna Anna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1YuzLbAqfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XJKdxvMp9XI/s1600-h/DSC02154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1YuzLbAqfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XJKdxvMp9XI/s400/DSC02154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428577857615997426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(with Nonno Giulio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1YuztM8jjI/AAAAAAAAAJA/B8mCACRdNK8/s1600-h/DSC02164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1YuztM8jjI/AAAAAAAAAJA/B8mCACRdNK8/s400/DSC02164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428577866683813426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(with Zio Andrea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1YvsU7u36I/AAAAAAAAAKA/NkEcDUMs8MM/s1600-h/DSC04758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1YvsU7u36I/AAAAAAAAAKA/NkEcDUMs8MM/s400/DSC04758.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428578839421706146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(eating Kinder Pingui`)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1YvrnZyyyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/0HO839vnosc/s1600-h/DSC04771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1YvrnZyyyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/0HO839vnosc/s400/DSC04771.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428578827199761186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(doing laundry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1YvrSPQGEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-NWDubCSdOI/s1600-h/DSC04786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1YvrSPQGEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-NWDubCSdOI/s400/DSC04786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428578821518399554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(with buddy Christopher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1YyWOHPq-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/xw8HjVzLc3w/s1600-h/DSC04819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1YyWOHPq-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/xw8HjVzLc3w/s400/DSC04819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428581758168706018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(playing with Christopher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1Yu0NgNkfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/eoWbQPZARPc/s1600-h/DSC02252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1Yu0NgNkfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/eoWbQPZARPc/s400/DSC02252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428577875354554866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ready to go on the plane)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-4219381555955260323?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4219381555955260323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-photos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/4219381555955260323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/4219381555955260323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-photos.html' title='Just Photos'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1YyWmn1_6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/iYwsYz3mXYE/s72-c/DSC04808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-288596358213845967</id><published>2010-01-18T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T12:21:02.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>….and 5 Months</title><content type='html'>(Mom’s Turn) This past Saturday marked the 5 month anniversary and I have to admit that time has really flown by. We did not go to Price until yesterday and came home today since it’s a holiday. Vittoria called it “Martin Luper King Day” (she could not quite get the “th” sound yet without her front teeth). On Saturday, it was also her best friend Brittney’s birthday and so Jacomo and I spent a few hours with her and her family, eating cake and ice cream and visiting. It’s not the same without Vittoria: I always expect her to come running around a corner and begging me to stay longer “ Per favore, mamma, altri cinque minuti…..ti pregoooo!” ( Please, mom, five more minutes, pleeeaasee!) or hear her giggling at something that Brittney said. We miss her so much, but we know she would have not missed this special event for anything in the world and we would have not missed it either. Yesterday (Sunday) we headed down to Price to be with the family. We made it for Church and then had a very nice yummy dinner and dessert with James’ parents and some of his siblings. After dinner, we headed down to Cleveland where my Host Family (the family I lived with for a year when I was an exchange student) lives. We had a good time visiting, playing cards and just watching Jacomo interact with their little dog first, and then with a baby goat. But our boy’s interest are just horses, in any form and shape, color and texture, he goes completely nuts.&lt;br /&gt;This morning, we woke up to some fresh new snow and more coming down. It was absolutely beautiful and very serene. We got ready to leave: a stop at the cemetery and then back home. Grandma Bonnie and Aunt Joy with little cousin Jocelyn came with us to bring some flowers to Vittoria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1UR_RLEuEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/MKm-ugi2a_8/s1600-h/DSC04862.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428264704504281154 border=0 alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1UR_RLEuEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/MKm-ugi2a_8/s400/DSC04862.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like almost every day since her passing, I find myself thinking that this DID NOT really happen, that I’ll wake up from this long nightmare and she’ll be there, in her bed sleeping or on the couch playing Nintendo or singing at the top of her lungs, anything but this. This overwhelming grief cannot be real and I cannot believe that my broken heart is still beating in spite of the immense pain I’m feeling. We miss her so much and we want to hold her and tell her how much we love her a million times more, but I think she already knows all this. I’m thankful for what we have, for our Faith, our families and friends and the knowledge that we will be Together Forever. TI vogliamo bene, Vittoria!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-288596358213845967?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/288596358213845967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-5-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/288596358213845967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/288596358213845967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-5-months.html' title='….and 5 Months'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1UR_RLEuEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/MKm-ugi2a_8/s72-c/DSC04862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-3876715552341151880</id><published>2010-01-16T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:50:13.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“First” Trip…</title><content type='html'>(Mom’s turn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since last post, and there is some major catching up to do. This past Christmas we went to Italy to spend the holidays with my family. This was our “First” Christmas without our little girl. I had been dreading the packing of the suitcases: somehow to me, not packing for Vittoria felt wrong and not possible. It broke my heart. We used to have our bags ready to go weeks before leaving, this time it was different. I started packing a week before and on the very same day of our departure, I was still not ready. I am  a pretty organized person when it comes to packing and flying, this time my head was not into it, neither was my heart. Don’t get me wrong, I could not wait to see my family, but we were leaving without our girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1KN9JE5xNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/d2RBXHPu1TM/s1600-h/Copia+di+DSC04603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1KN9JE5xNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/d2RBXHPu1TM/s400/Copia+di+DSC04603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427556582482887890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jacomo on the plane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our “First” trip in so many ways. After almost 10 hours of flying and half of the trip spent trying to comfort Jacomo, who had a cold, and keep him calm and quiet, we landed in Paris. Trying to get to our next gate for our connecting flight to Rome was an obstacle course which turned out to be a total nightmare. Two hours before our flight to Rome, I was sitting at the gate playing with my little boy and I started feeling weird. I felt dizziness, nausea, shaking and feeling faint, and it kept getting worse and worse. I was terrified. Here I was in a foreign airport, alone with my baby and on the verge of passing out. A couple that had traveled with us from Salt Lake City kindly played with Jacomo while the EMTs checked my vitals. They finally decided to take me to the ER in the airport. Not cool! There I was poked, pinched and checked until I started to feel better so I could get out of there and catch my flight. What was all that about? STRESS!!! I guess the stress and anxiety and everything we had experienced over the summer, showed up just as I had started to relax a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the following week, I was pretty much out of commission. Fortunately, my parents were there for us, and I never had to worry about things. Finally James arrived a week later and our little family was together again. We spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with my extended family that I had not seen since Christmas 2007, Vittoria’s last time in Rome. I felt safe and loved and taken care of with all my uncles, aunts and cousins around me. We hugged, cried and grieved together for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning was bittersweet. We watched our boy opening presents. Our hearts rejoiced to see him so happy and excited with all the toys, but at the same time it ached so bad for our girl. She was supposed to be sitting there, next to her little brother, opening gifts, giggling and laughing like always. Sometimes the pain and sadness felt too much to bear.  On top of this, Jacomo had not been feeling well the whole time we were in Italy. The poor little guy started getting sicker and sicker, stopped eating and became very grumpy and clingy. We spent the rest of our time with Jacomo sick, some days housebound, some others visiting with relatives and friends and walking around Rome with some dear friends of ours from Utah. I thought of our little girl and of how much she had wanted to see inside the Coliseum, especially after the project she had done at school. We had promised her that we would take her inside this time. Well, I guess she now knows what it looks like.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New Year’s Eve came and went. Vittoria loves fireworks and the louder the better. We call her “our little pyromaniac girl”. She would stand on the balcony with the “sparklers” and could go on all night long. When it was time to start the fire in the fireplace, she was there with a log in one hand and the matches in the other. This year, as James and I stood on the balcony at midnight, I looked up at the sky and held the “sparklers” for her, “drawing” and “writing” like she used to. We hugged each other and sobbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1KO7LM3-zI/AAAAAAAAAIY/7b1J-U0CaiY/s1600-h/DSC02202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1KO7LM3-zI/AAAAAAAAAIY/7b1J-U0CaiY/s400/DSC02202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427557648205085490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flew home on James’ birthday and we have been trying to get over the jet lag for the past few days. We found out that Jacomo has a double ear infection, so once again he is on antibiotics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These holidays have been the hardest. We miss Vittoria everyday like it was the first day. I said more than once that I would have liked to have fallen asleep in November and wake up now. I think this is why we have families, so we can share the burden, the sadness, and lift each other up. I know that if our families could take away this pain of ours, they would do it in a heartbeat. We are very thankful for their unconditional love and support for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1KO7koKwxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tUNtZkMutNI/s1600-h/DSC02252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1KO7koKwxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tUNtZkMutNI/s400/DSC02252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427557655030448914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-3876715552341151880?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3876715552341151880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/moms-turn-first-trip-it-has-been-while.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/3876715552341151880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/3876715552341151880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/moms-turn-first-trip-it-has-been-while.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;“First” Trip…&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/S1KN9JE5xNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/d2RBXHPu1TM/s72-c/Copia+di+DSC04603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-6198688332864756168</id><published>2009-12-17T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:14:00.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU!</title><content type='html'>Dear Family,&lt;br /&gt;thank you for bringing flowers and the cute bear to our baby girl. We really appreciate you doing this for her and us. We thank you for your support and love we feel every day. I know Vittoria loves her bear, thank you cousins!! We love our daughter and miss her tremendously every single day.&lt;br /&gt;And thank you Friends for checking on us, visiting with us, calling and writing and for your support and care. &lt;br /&gt;We love our Families and Friends and we are grateful to have you in our lives!!&lt;br /&gt;We CAN'T do this without our Faith and all of you!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;James &amp; Valeria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-6198688332864756168?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6198688332864756168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/6198688332864756168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/6198688332864756168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-you.html' title='&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-6314904423099084827</id><published>2009-12-16T14:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:00:55.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Txd8sCl3IP0/Syll_f9yOYI/AAAAAAAAAug/IKW3WxZeYIo/s1600-h/DSCN3065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Txd8sCl3IP0/Syll_f9yOYI/AAAAAAAAAug/IKW3WxZeYIo/s320/DSCN3065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415972168476539266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Aunt Tori)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So today makes it 4 months that we have missed our sweet Vittoria.  Since Val and Jacomo are in Italy and James will be in Price today, but busy with work, Grandma Bonnie and I stopped by to say hello to our little princess.  (Aunt Jana and and Aunt Joy had little sickies, or they would have been there too.)  As extended family, we can't believe it's been four months.  We can't even begin to know how it's been for James and Val, but we want the two of you to know that we never stop thinking/praying for your family and love you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;SO MUCH&lt;/span&gt;!  Our hearts ache along with you.  We will &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; be here for you and hope you know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Txd8sCl3IP0/Syll-yel5uI/AAAAAAAAAuY/a0dXt8TlzAM/s320/DSCN3066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415972156266112738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the little bear (with the beautiful purple sweater) is from all the cousins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-6314904423099084827?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6314904423099084827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/6314904423099084827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/6314904423099084827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick-hello.html' title='A Quick Hello'/><author><name>Tori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474451811858032870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Txd8sCl3IP0/SNWpN6jCUOI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_7KXtML_aMc/S220/Tori.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Txd8sCl3IP0/Syll_f9yOYI/AAAAAAAAAug/IKW3WxZeYIo/s72-c/DSCN3065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-166887902089326027</id><published>2009-12-10T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:40:38.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Vittoria's School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/SyGpt7JRG4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/aEZ0vUIeSm8/s1600-h/IM000517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/SyGpt7JRG4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/aEZ0vUIeSm8/s400/IM000517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413794833511816066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/SyGptl9bKfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8Xtxa5LIEoQ/s1600-h/IM000516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/SyGptl9bKfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8Xtxa5LIEoQ/s400/IM000516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413794827824998898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 28, 2005&lt;br /&gt;Vittoria's first day of school. She is 4 years old and ready to learn!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Her school is in the background)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mom's Turn)A few weeks ago, as I putting Vittoria's backpack away in her closet, I found a book in it called "A Vampire's Vacation". I remember the day she brought home from school so she could read it. I had to smile: the cover has this funny looking vampire on it and I thought it would provide her some amusing entertainment in her free time. And I also knew very well why she had chosen that specific book: she had just watched "Twilight" and I think she thought this book was something like the movie. I never did ask her, and now I can just guess. I don't know why I waited so long, in my heart maybe I was hoping that she would have to come back to finish reading it. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last week I finally decided that it had to go back to the school among other things and so today, James, Jacomo and I went to Vittoria's school.&lt;br /&gt;I think I can speak for James too, when I say that we were anxious and nervous, maybe a little bit scared this morning. As we pulled up in the parking lot, my heart was pounding so loud and my hands were shaking so bad, my eyes were already swimming in tears, and I was trying my best to keep it all together. &lt;br /&gt;There is something I have to say about this wonderful school: as soon as you walk in, it's like walking among family, you get hugs, tears, support and love, all in one. And as we walked in Vittoria's class, we got welcomed and greeted by the awesome teachers that Vittoria absolutely adores and her classmates whom Vittoria enjoyed so much. Jacomo I think was the main attraction: he got surrounded by maybe 10-15 of Vittoria's friends and he was loved, hugged, taken on a tour of the class and made feel he was among his friends. Some of these incredible kids even came to the funeral and today they gave us the sweetest and most moving letters they wrote to us and Vittoria I could ever imagine. &lt;br /&gt;They even asked to hug us, and let me tell you, there is nothing more touching and comforting than a child's hug: it's sincere and heartfelt.&lt;br /&gt;The whole time I was in the class, I could "see" my little girl, among her friends and favorite teachers, just showing off her little brother and walking around her class looking at the many different works on the walls. We can't say enough about the remarkable teachers who have taught and supported, encouraged and followed, and cared for our little girl throughout the years. Thank you, Ms. Debbie, Ms. Brooke and Ms. Gimenia! And to Ms. Valerie and Mr. Jeff, thank you for letting our daughter be part of this awesome school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/SyGpuTW8auI/AAAAAAAAAII/a0hDGNgD5lU/s1600-h/o3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/SyGpuTW8auI/AAAAAAAAAII/a0hDGNgD5lU/s400/o3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413794840011631330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken on March 10, 2008 at 8:19 am. We were waiting in the car in the parking lot of the school, right before dropping off Vittoria. I love this photo! It's very tender! Vittoria's teachers know that even though this is what Vittoria looked like in the morning, when it was time to pick her in the afternoon, it was a whole different picture: she would come out of school looking like she came out of a earthquake zone: no hat, one glove on, the other in her pocket, dishevelled hair, the sleeve of the sweatshirt that she had on the morning, hanging from her backpack, with the zipper not closed and papers and stuff threatening to fall out at every step. How many times I made her go back or went myself, to look for things that she had left behind. But in the end, she was just being a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU SWEET GIRL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-166887902089326027?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/166887902089326027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-to-vittorias-school.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/166887902089326027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/166887902089326027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-to-vittorias-school.html' title='Back to Vittoria&apos;s School'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/SyGpt7JRG4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/aEZ0vUIeSm8/s72-c/IM000517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-509027987041073309</id><published>2009-12-04T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:09:04.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving and Vittoria's Tree</title><content type='html'>(Mom's turn)- Another holiday has come and gone. Thanksgiving like every year was spent at the cabin with the whole Family. And once again, our hearts ached deeply for our daughter's physical presence, like every day for the past three and a half months. The cabin is one of Vittoria's favorite places, the mountains surrounding it are gorgeous and this time we even had some snow on the ground. This is THE place where all the cousins get together and play from morning until night, day after day. Vittoria loves her cousins, she would "disappear" on the "deep stairs" ( it's actually the playroom, but to get to it you have to go up some steep stairs), and she would show up just when it was time to eat, otherwise always on the go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss her so much it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is Vittoria's favorite holiday. So when our friend Jeralyn came to Primary Children's to visit and asked us if she could dedicate a Christmas Tree to Vittoria at the Festival of Trees, all I could think was that by then, she would have recovered enough to go see it together. I could not wait to see her face.&lt;br /&gt;So Jeralyn, her Mom, her sisters and her family graciously dedicated this tree to our beautiful daughter. The theme of the tree is "Jest" for Fun, and we think it reflects Vittoria's personality: always cracking jokes, goofing off and making funny faces, even at the hospital, after surgery. We have one tough little girl, very brave and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/Sxna6aKmZWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8FDPrjTE_g8/s1600-h/albero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/Sxna6aKmZWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8FDPrjTE_g8/s400/albero.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411597124253410658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/SxnbmOT87fI/AAAAAAAAAHw/D-83hIiQXU4/s1600-h/DSC04587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/SxnbmOT87fI/AAAAAAAAAHw/D-83hIiQXU4/s400/DSC04587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411597876985654770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on Tuesday night, Jeralyn, her Family and the three of us went to see it. As we were waiting to go in, I could feel my stomach in knots. I started tearing up even before seeing it. As we were walking among the hundreds of beautiful and very different trees, this couple leaving the Festival and walking towards us stopped. And I almost fainted. I don't easily forget faces, and ESPECIALLY the ones of nurses and doctors. Cory works in Pediatric Intensive Care Unit at Primary Children's and even though he did not care for Vittoria directly during the four weeks she was there, he would come by to say hi and see how she was doing. So, needless to say that with my stomach already in knots, at this point I was ready to throw up: the flashbacks of those weeks in PICU came like a freight train, I felt like all the memories, the emotions, the heartaches came crashing down on me. So, if anybody is wondering why I have a blotchy weird face on the picture, crying does that to me.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to post it anyway, so that Family and Friends, near and far, can see that we have not curled up in a ball and let life go by, we try to go on with our life the best we can. Each day is a struggle, but we go on, we want Vittoria to be proud of us. We left the Festival feeling like Vittoria would have approved of her Tree, especially with the purple decorations and the elegant jesters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to express our heartfelt gratitude to Jeralyn and her Family for thinking of our daughter and dedicating a Tree to her, for the hard work and the support for our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone for all you still do for us, for the prayers, love and support we feel every day. We could not do it without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343958609168493435-509027987041073309?l=vittoriascorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/feeds/509027987041073309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-and-vittorias-tree.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/509027987041073309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343958609168493435/posts/default/509027987041073309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vittoriascorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-and-vittorias-tree.html' title='Thanksgiving and Vittoria&apos;s Tree'/><author><name>Mr. Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18117974862603553224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID7BMXdscTE/Sxna6aKmZWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8FDPrjTE_g8/s72-c/albero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343958609168493435.post-3858281816998133746</id><published>2009-11-28T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:36:45.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Make Your Heart Whole Again</title><content type='html'>Since I don't have a post for Thanksgiving yet, I decided to post this. I was checking out Traci's blog for more on Maddox's surgery and I saw this. I hope you don't mind Traci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Will Make Your Heart Whole Again&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful day up in heaven. Jesus is rounding up his tiniest angels, to go live on earth, and be born. One of the sweetest angels says to Jesus "I don't want to leave, I like it here, and I will miss you". He reassures the scared little angel that everything will be okay, and that she is just going for a visit. She is still not swayed on this idea. So Jesus kneels down, and says, "How about if you leave half of your heart here with me and take the
