He may be a little bit rock and roll.

We beat the heat by heading out to Wilton. Um... it's hot there, but we didn't notice because we only left the pool long enough to put Marco down for a nap. Plus, they have these great inventions in Sacramento that we don't have in Oakland. Air conditioning.
Boys are gross. (And Lia too.) Yes, that's a frog on his shoulder. Actually my urban dweller was a little scared of the thing. Ben and Lia, however, are a little bit country and were happy to play with it and put it on Marco's shoulder. Bullies.

And the winner is...

BAM! Jayme Beck!

Tell her what she's won... winna winna! Cabernet and chicken dinner!

Update: Uncle Mike claims that he won too. But Jayme sent her screen shot first - decision stands.

Good eye, good eye.

In an effort to quell all things lacrosse, G-ma nd G-pa's house continues to be Spring Training. Bats for all four grandkids, new garage flooring with construction paper bases and even a pitching target for Joey. (I think Clara, Tommy and Marco are hitting and fielding for now.)

Every time Marco squats, Jeff says "you better get used to that." If he's going to play baseball with his body, he may be relegated to catcher. I mean, how many right-handed, 6-six foot, scholarship guys do you see out there pitching? Uh, cancel that...

Here he is already behind home plate, a natural. Batting Practice... Of course Marco prefers Clara's purple Dora bat.

Clara preparing to steal third. Gutsiest move I ever saw man.

The Partridge Family

Can you see the dollar signs in my eyes?

20,000th Visitor Contest

Bottle of wine from our cellar (crawl space) to the 20,000th blog visitor. (We may even throw in dinner.) Screen shots, photo or immediate comment will be accepted.

Happy Father's Day Dada

Jeff's Father's Day wish list included a pizza oven, wine tasting and a nap. What he got was me gone for a girl's weekend in Las Vegas, new tennis shoes and a pizza purchased at the Farmer's Market. I am a good wife.

In the absence of me, no pictures were taken. These from G-ma...

Hope you fathers out there had a good one!

It's not a bat, but what is it?

While parents of the year spent the evening at a dive bar checking out Jeff's favorite new band, Marco went to a D'Angelo family party with Brooke. He picked up a new sport. Could I possibly know less about lacrosse? I mean, goal? Tri? Homerun? I have no idea.

Marco calls everything a bat. Bat? Bat. Golf club? Bat. Wrapping paper? Bat. I try to correct him, but I honestly don't even know what this is. Um... lacrosse tool? Small net on stick? So, I'm with my kid. That is a bat.

[Photo credit: Entire D'Angelo family]

The Girl Next Door

Uh... isn't the neighborhood girl supposed to be sweet and innocent?

Back on the Farm

We paid a visit to Jeff's Grandma's farm while we were down in Gilroy. Barbara wanted to see Marco on the swing that her Dad built in 1977. It's not exactly built up to code and Marco took a decent spill off of it and THEN cried that we didn't want him to get back on. He loves danger.

Proof that Jeff was swinging around the same age.

Let them eat cake.

The cousins rocked the Gilroy Bozzo Bash with several servings of cake. (Photos credit to Barbara.)

Joey showing his belly.

Tommy showing his belly button.

Check out Uncle Hasselhoff in the background just begging for someone to ask to see his belly button.

Bloggity bloggerson.

There comes a time in every blogger's life when they realize that have an assortment of pictures and stories to share and no way to discernably tie them together. I don't want to chronicle every moment of my life lest you fall asleep, so here is my attempt at playing catch up. Stay focused folks, this could get ugly...

We spent Memorial Day weekend in LA and stayed with Jen and Gus. Their son is almost the same age as Marco, but their daughter loved Marco for a play thing. She chose his outfits and let him play in her kitchen. Love at first fake pan. They'd play and play and play and then she'd whisper, "Mom, what's his name again?"
Guess what our friends in LA were doing since I've been living up here? HAVING BABIES! Here's the crew (minus Isaac).... Kayla, Nicolas, Mason, Nolan, Connor, Camryn and Marco.Marco's latest obsession that he can't pass on the street. The bike rack. This particular one is of IKEA ilk.

At dinner at their house, Kristy and Adele treated Marco to his own bowl of ice cream (his first!) And then they treated him to his second...

Grandma Linda asked what size pajamas she could send to Marco. I suggested 18-24 month. These are they. Can I get an "oops?"

He's really getting the hang of this corn on the cob thing.

Pics Jeff took when shopping for my Mother's Day pot.

I can't explain why I like this shot. Could it be the haircut, the pink bib or the dumbfounded expression? Not sure, but I'm drawn to it.
Consider yourself caught up. Poof.

Happy Birthday Dada!

You teach me lots.

Happy Birthday Nikos!

Happy 2nd Birthday my friend!

Your Mom said no presents for your birthday. (She's a real drag.)

So instead I promise:
1. I'll never steal your girl.
2. I won't date your sister.
3. I'll always eat the food off your plate when your parents aren't looking.
4. I'll be there to help you with joists, brewing beer or whatever you get into.

Happy Birthday man.

Love, Marco