Boys Rule. Girlz Drool.

We had the Woods boys stay with us a few weekends ago. Super fun!

Jack stayed in Marco's room. After bedtime, through the monitor we heard whispers...

"Marco.... Marco... Marco???"
"Yes?"
"What you doing?"
"I sleeping on my pillow."
"Marco... Marco... Marco?"
"Yes?"
"What you doing?"
"What you doing??" [Giggles.]
"What YOU doing???"
"WHAT YOU DOING???" [Giggles.]

I had to put on my serious face to go in there and say, "It's night night time boys. Time to go to sleep." And... silence. Sweet boys.

Thanks Grandma!

Thanks for having us Grandma!

Jeff's Happiest Place on Earth

For Christmas I started Jeff a pizza oven fund. I thought it would take a couple years to get it up to budget, however, through a string of generous donations - including family Christmas presents, a spiff from Carrier, a 50-pound bag of flour and a big white-haired Italian rolling a hundo off his cash roll - the fund has become a force to be reckoned with.

Jeff is hoping for a Summer 2010 oven launch. Donations are still being accepted if you'd like an invitation to the inaugural investor's dinner. :)

We may have been inducted into the kingdom of dorkdom now that we've attended a pizza oven convention. You're hearing it. Look forward to one of these beauties coming to Casa Cecchin. Ask for a table with a view of the unlandscaped garden.

In our Monterey pizza oven weekend, we also found time to celebrate Linda's birthday, eat a fabulous Roy's birthday dinner, drink fabulous wines, nosh on local clam chowder, enjoy fabulous views and leave our fabulous short sidekick at home with Grandma and Papa. (Recommendation: Stay here.)

My favorite is the little egg-shaped one on the stand. Jeff wants to build the giant red one atop a wine barrel. (He denys that.) Your vote in the comments.

Who's your Mama?

Grandma Cheech (or GrandmaPapaBarney as Marco calls her) very kindly took Marco and Tommy for Valentine's Day night. I stole these pics from Meredith. I was holding out for pics from Grandma, but hey, two kids is a lot of work!

And by that, I mean, Marco is a lot of work. He eats a lot and doesn't sleep long. Tommy has a snack and sleeps 14 hours. I would propose a trade, but Marco ate my awesome swiss chard tonight and who would trade that??

The Happiest Place on Earth.

Dina's house is to Wilton what Disneyland is to Anaheim.

Not pictured: Me in the hot tub. Jeff in the pool. You're welcome.

Boys are gross.

Jeff says I need to blog more about negative things because you don't want to always hear how great Marco is. That can't *possibly* be true, but here goes. All my worst fears have come true.

Three reasons why boys are gross. (I actually had to narrow it down to three.)

I think I finally earned my Mom stripes a few weeks ago when I let Marco vomit into my cupped hands. That's right, my kid pukes. That's right, in my hands.

Another past time of Marco's is nose picking. He came speeding into the living room the other night with one finger in the air shouting, "I GOT ONE! I GOT ONE! I GOT A BOOGER!" And he had.

Marco is equally fascinated with spit. He likes to swoosh it around in his mouth and just recently figured out how to let it dribble out of his mouth a little before sucking it back up. I nearly gagged.

The grossness almost (almost) makes me want to play with Barbies.

Here are a few adorable pics to make you doubt that Marco's grossness is possible at all. :)

Super Silly Fiesta

We decided to take advantage of Marco's 2nd birthday by throwing party for us. ha. We figure next year we'll have a clown or something, this year, margaritas. It was a kid rager. Insane, but oddly calming...

Happy Birthday Birthday Boyee Marco.

More.

Litte Farm, yes again.

Marco's new approach to Little Farm is a bit pushy. He LOVES it there, but the gentle day learning about and feeding farm animals in Berkeley has been reduced to, "C'mere goat. Eat it goat. Eat it. Look'a'me goat. Eat it. HE ATE IT!! MAMA, I NEED MORE CELERY!"