A very Fake Thanksgiving.

A very real Feast. Again, our "fake" celebration allows us to all be together!

This year, we're thankful for our big family, six homemade lasagnas, three types of homemade bread and a platter of delectable desserts.

Not naming any names, but some people photograph the food.(front to back: Italian rustic, focaccia and sweet rolls)


...and some people photograph the people... and that's why we need two Sara(h) Cecchins on the Team.

RIP Pizza Bear. 11/7/09 - 11/21/09.

"FIX IT MAMA!" Get the chalk.

Good friend, you will be missed.

Praise Be Daycare, Part II

I'm sure we'll teach Marco something someday. But for now, praise be daycare!

(Excuse the video taken at night in the car - let's call it "audio.")

Pizza Bear, sniff sniff, you stink.

Pizza Bear is down one eye, his leg is loose and I have to follow him around with a dustpan for crumbs, but otherwise, he's hanging in there.

Auntie M - does this answer your question?

Pizza Bear, I love you.

Papa John and Grandma Linda were in town, so we had a bustling weekend filled with great food and wine. We finally got to Tony's Pizza Napoletana in North Beach. Jeff was nearly giddy with excitement. The way to his heart is wood burning ovens and perfectly crisped Italian-style pizza. The pizza margherita was the best outside of Napoli and the spot was great too.

They were piling up loaves of bread straight out of the oven when Marco saw it. A warm bread loaf in the shape of a teddy bear with olives for eyes and a giant belly button. He was in awe. "Pizza bear" he whispered.

He kept visiting it and staring until Jeff finally murmured to the waitress, "How much for the bread teddy bear?" Ha. She looked like he was nuts. "Uh, let me check." She returned moments later and said we could have it. Marco's love affair with Pizza Bear began right away.

Punch line please.

Utley, Adrian and Rocky walk up to a house...

Rocky! Rocky! (Update.)

Deciding to have Marco dress like a boxer was a self-fulfilling prophecy. The week before Halloween he (accidentally) gave me a black eye. Sure, this one was staged, but he has it in him.

By the way try riding BART on Halloween eve/Critical Mass/Bay Bridge closure/Opera night with your husband and a black eye. Poor Jeff.

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