Some of you (those who read me), have told me that I haven’t fed the blog lately and that they miss it.
The ones who know me more closely are aware what a mess my life lately is since May, and it has been absolutely impossible to squeeze this “task” in between the rest of my many other tasks, specially with the schedules I have now, due to the american project I have been transferred to.
American project means, 1 week a month in NY since May (less glamorous than it sounds), and the rest of the weeks, trying to make the timings compatible (European timing, working US hous (and EMEA hours) while the children were on holidays since the middle of June until beginning of September.
Thanks to summer camps, to the nanny and specially to the grandparents, this “project” has been “more possible” than what it seemed at the beginning.
In between many other things that have happened since May, the most important one is that “I am an auntieeeeeeeeee” and the boys already have a “real cousin” as the name it. They are so happy! I think Alex is waiting for the baby girl’s hair to grow to comb it, and Jon (he adores small children), waiting for her to start walking to be able to hold her hand and help her.
School finished without major hiccups, and Jon having very good grades. Actually we were a little bit “worried” because of the many emails we had received during the school year from the teacher.
One of the latest stories that happened at the end of the school year, was when we my parents and the boys were traveling to Madrid from Bilbao a couple of weeks before my sister delivered the baby, and my mom asked Jon: “So, Jon, how was school today? Did the teacher get mad at all today with you?”
Jon’s answer: “Well…. Actually the teacher was a bit mad…”
My mom: “what do you mean with mad? What happened?”
Jon (looking at the floor and talking with a very very low voice): “I don’t want to tell because you are going to get mad…”
Me: “Jon, you better tell us, because you know I always finally find out and the teacher has written me an email to go and talk to her, so I prefer that you come and tell us earlier”.
Jon: “Well, we were in Spanish grammar class studying “punctuation”, and she has told us to write a sentence to our friend sitting next to us… And… She didn’t like the sentence I wrote” (oh no! What did he write????)
My mom: “But Jon… What did you write, son?”
Jon: “I don’t want to tell”
Me: “Jon…..”
Jon: “I have written: “Iñigo. ¿why don’t you take your pants off and show your ass? And she didn’t like it!”
There we go!, no matter how hard we tried not to laugh, we couldn’t stop it. Luckily I was in the front seat and he couldn’t see me I was laughing so hard I was crying, specially imaging her teacher’s face reading the sentence…
My mom (when she stopped laughing): “But Jon, why didn’t you write another sentence?”
Jon: “I couldn’t think of anything else!”
Anyway… Pity that I could not take a pic of the book with the sentence because as soon as my mom saw it, underlined and with three thick red arrows pointing to “ass”, she erased it quickly and made him write: “Iñigo, where are you going on holidays?”
The truth is that the “ass” sentence was 100% grammatically correct!
