Out of the mouths of babes.

I accidentally startled Marco the other day coming up the stairs. He gasped, his hands clutched his chest and he screamed, "MAMA! You scared my shirt!"

My son, the architect.

I told Marco that we needed to sit down and write down some ideas and sketches about redoing the sunroom. His sleepsack makes me think his scrawlings mean "heating."

Pretty nice little Sunday.

As if I needed more proof that Marco favors me, today he climbed up on the couch, "Mama, put the blanket on" and fell fast asleep. Yard work, hot dogs, nap - a perfect little Sunday afternoon.

Good vs Evil

I'm sitting at the home show and a guy walks up to take some candy from the bowl and the following conversation takes place (it starts a little slow....)

ME- "Can I help you with any cooling or heating? Or are you just here for the candy?HaHa"
Guy- "Actually, I manage a property with 160 units and all of the air conditioners are getting old, we are consistently replacing them."
ME- "Oh great, can I come out and give you a quote and talk to you about why you would want to work with me?"
Guy- "No, I already have someone that I work with."
Me- "What company is he with?"
Guy- "Um I don't know, I just deal with the one guy, do you know him? His name is Richard Reid."
HMMMMM

Me- "RICHARD REID? RICHARD REID????????"
Guy- "Yeah you know him?"
Me- "Not personally, he is the SHOE BOMBER!"

The guy looks understandably perplexed, so I turn my laptop and Google "Shoe Bomber" and a picture of Richard Reid the shoe bomber pops up.

Guy- "Oh my God, no no, that can't be his name, I screwed up, I think it is Richard Ramirez."

Me- "Really? Richard Ramirez? As in THE NIGHT STALKER?!?!?!?!?"

He's still perplexed, Google for backup.

Me- "If you ever want to work with a guy that is NOT trying to kill you, give me a call."
Guy- "Yeah, maybe I should take your card."

Always Be Closing

Trust me. I'm a photographer.

Marco photographs the angel in his centerfold. The camera loves you baby.

Pizza Pizza.

Pizza oven + good weather = fun. Marco has become quite the little Caesar over the past week.


Every day when we get home... "DADA! Where are you? You playing pizza oven?! I coming!"

Since our life focuses around pizza and the weather is still a bit chilly in the evenings, Marco rocks what he calls "my pizza hat."

Glamorshots

I asked Marco if I could take his picture and he said, "No way Jose-Mama."

Hmm... I wonder why Marco is against photos when the camera loves him?

(Or is it just me?)

A man of many words.

To a statue of St. Francis:
"You on time out. For no listening! Is that what you want??"

When I told him we are going to put on PJs:
"Mama, wait. Wait, okay? I go outside, help Dada fire pizza oven. Then PJs. Okay? Okay Mama?"

On disappointment that the pizza oven yields no pizza:
"Okay, I help Dada and then pizza? THEN pizza? Then PIZZA Mama?"

On Mama's pride:
"Mama, you get vino, I have my milk. We have cheers. Cin cin!"

2010

By 2010, I thought we'd be driving hovercraft and talking to each other on video watches. Well, my Honda still rolls on wheels, but there's something special about Marco being able to dial up his concert fans at night. "Mama, after bath, I want sing Tinkle Tinkle to Grandma Papa on the puter." Isn't technology great?

Pizza manly men.

Jeff and his merry band of muscle got the pizza oven in Friday night. Two alternates from next door had to be called in at the last minute for reinforcement.
Get a look at the guys who want Jeff's pizza bad enough to carry 500 pounds of oven. Yes, that's me in a Dartmouth helmet. Jeff didn't seem worried about me at all btw.

After five days of fires (huh?) we're open for pizza business. Make your reservations in the comments. I figure the breakeven on this oven is about 200 pizzas, so we'd better get cooking!

Exciting Cecchin Family News

The newest family member is loaded and ready to come home. Introducing our 450-pound bouncing bundle of joy.

Stay tuned for a sure-to-be comical move-in evening.