Another First

People seem obsessed with “firsts” when children are little. I get it, it’s exciting the first time something happens (mostly). But the thing is, I’m on the cusp of being 35 years old and I still experience many firsts. I just had another one today.

As you may know, my part time job is subbing for a county system. There are a dozen or so of us subs. Recently they just hired a couple more, one of whom happens to be named Olivia. Recently, I got an email of thanks from a branch manager for something I did while staffing that branch. Except, I did not staff that branch on that day and did not do the thing for which I was thanked. It was odd. I forwarded it along to the correct Olivia and copied my supervisor so they would be aware of the snafu.

Today, I received an email from my boss, copying the branch manager where I am working on Saturday. The email said this:

Saturday has been partially filled at NTN and Ruth thinks they’ll be OK – thanks Olivia M!

And just like that, I had another first. First time (in my recollection) that I was called by my first name and last initial. I understand this is common practice for elementary schools, where classrooms often have students with the same first name. Growing up as an Olivia in the 80s, all my friends were named Jennifer and Katie, this was NOT something I had encountered.

But, here I am, a professional, an adult, and suddenly I’ve lived this first. I have to say, I don’t really care for it. I think I should just be Olivia and this new girl should be Olivia 2. After all I came first (both in the job and in life), but it was nice to experience it, even if slightly out of traditional context.


Olivia M. (see, you thought it was weird, too!)

Simon Update

I haven’t mentioned my oldest nephew in a while, honestly, that’s because I haven’t seen too much of him this summer. Because he wasn’t in school, he was visiting during the week instead of on weekends and subsequently, I saw much less of him.

However, I can report that he started back to school this fall, at a brand new school for first grade. Last year he attended the public school where his Nana teaches, this year, his mom enrolled him at a private Catholic school. He will go to mass every Friday and wears a uniform. He was pretty excited to start first grade. He reports that he still has his same girlfriend, Mariana. That’s close to a year they’ve been together….so adorable.

Here he is on his first day of school.


I cannot believe how big he is getting!

Here he is earlier in the summer, playing in the overflow of the St. Croix.

And I LOVE that photo of him. It just captures him so perfectly.

From back in June, my grandma’s 95th birthday. He was the only “little” boy there and played the whole day with the little girls. He claims they wore him out.

And lastly, my one “nice” picture.

Taken just two weeks ago, right before school started. He scouted the area to find the exact flowers to be photographed with. He chose the yellow lilies and knelt next to them for me.

What a doll he is. It’s odd how his personality keeps getting cuter. I guess because he was such a little monster in his threes that this is our reward for getting through.

I can’t wait until Saturday, when I get to see him again! Thank goodness school started.



School Days

My nephew started kindergarten this fall.

Such a big step. I’m now the aunt of a school aged child (see how I made that all about me? It’s a gift, I tell you.)

I saw him this last weekend. I was so excited to hear all about school.

I got a couple random stories. I asked some questions. Some he answered. Then I asked him, “what is your favorite thing about school?”

Silence from the back seat.

I waited.

Then I nudged him, “hey, buddy, tell me what you like best about school.”

A beat.

Then, “auntie Livia, can we not talk about school anymore? I’m tired of it.”

Well, okay then. I know kids get bombarded with adults asking about school, especially this time of year. And I guess I did get my share.

He’s funny.

Later that same night, I brought him (and my mom) back to my house for dinner. That I cooked.

As we walked in, he bounded up the stairs and as he reached the top, he looked around and said, “Auntie Livi, it is good to be back at your house again.”

Both funny and sweet. That’s my nephew.


That’s his very first day. On the bus. Look at that cheesy/nervous/excited smile. Such a big day.

Then, at school, standing by his locker.


(And, Victoria, I asked him, he really does have his own locker where he stores his backpack and stuff he uses at school.)

Finally, on the second day of school, his mother convinced him to take an “official” first day of school photo.


And I love, love, love that picture because it so perfectly encapsulates his quirky personality.

He’s becoming such a big boy, and I’m so proud of him!