Thursday, May 27, 2010

Watch the birds man.

Headed down to the water for lunch with the kids for beer, peanut shells on the floor and friends.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

We love it.

We galavanted [to read: limped] around Hermosa Beach like we owned the place. And like we weren't the oldest and fattest people within a square mile. As for pictures, I went for quality, not quantity.
Sure, I had low expectations, but I thought the band was AWESOME. There was a live auction where Heather almost paid $85 to take a shot on stage with the band. Taki was begging her to stop bidding and promised they would take a shot with her for free. ha. Heather taking her life in her hands. Jen shoots to kill.
I did this to Ted's glasses. HA! My name is Sarah and my hugs kill sunglasses.
Powder ladies.
Taken from my secret belt buckle camera.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Cheated death again!

We roadtripped to visit Poseidon and once again took our life into our hands. Marco told Grandma and Papa "WATCH OUT FOR WHALES AND SHARKS!" but those were not the enemy. Three nights on the boat... three adventures.

First, coming in at midnight, Marco and Jeff took a near spill into the harbor slipping on the wet swimstep. Very scary. It was silent and once Jeff found his footing holding Marco, Marco said, "Whoa."

Second, Marco slept on the bunk bed like a real boy boy. He took a full body turn right off onto the floor and erupted into full screams in the middle of the night. Yikes. It scared me so much, I jumped up, ran in there and said, "You're okay you're okay, where did you fall?" And he said, "ON THE GROUND!!!" ;)

Third, Grandma and Papa narrowly survived their 24-hour babysitting adventure while we snuck away to visit friends in LA. Here's what Papa thought about it.
Thanks Grandma and Papa!!

Monday, May 17, 2010

The music is gonna get-cha.

Marco loves music. Besides the old standards, Twinkle, twinkle, Ring around the rosie, ABCs, Itsy Bitsy Spider and Old MacDonald had a farm, he also likes to belt out the Ting Tings' "That's not my name!" and Kings of Leon's "Don't Knock It. Don't Knock It." while he plays his Melissa and Doug instruments. (Thanks Pignatis!) He's so hip.

After a day of dancing and singing with friends, we thought Marco was going to go for his first no-nap day, when he crawled up into Jeff's lap and... fell fast asleep. He's only two after all!

Thursday, May 13, 2010

On Nose Picking

"I CAN'T STOP!"
"Alba tells me stop picking my nose! I say Alba stop looking at me!"

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Friday, May 7, 2010

Hold me.

During an intense moment of Thomas the Train movie, I'm pretty sure neighbor Avery feigned fear and leaned in for a little snuggle.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Cool Cuts this.

We saved a little money last weekend when Jeff cut Marco's hair out on the deck. With clippers, a hose and the magic of compound interest, we'll turn that $18 into tuition.

(Frightening little glimpse into Marco's future. Yikes.)

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Sea Change

There are so many changes going on in Marco’s life right now, I almost can’t keep up. We’re trying to be patient with his phases and trying to stay sane.

First, his boy boy bed. He loves the thing. He talks about it all the time. And to show the love, he has to get up at least once a night, come into our room, ask if he can come in Mama’s bed or if it's time to get up, then skip back to bed when we assure him that it's still dark and still night night time.

Boy boy bed by the numbers:

3 weeks in the boy boy bed
2 nights being escorted back to the boy boy bed as many as 28 times
1 night mysteriously awakening with him in our bed
1 night in the boy boy bed all night

In other transitional news, the potty is very popular right now. He uses it at home and at daycare inconsistently. Less attractive side effects of the potty are:

He takes off his diaper where he is and THEN heads to the potty with no pants.

He takes off his diaper before, after or during potty action. Warning:
This can get messy.

My knees may not recover from the amount of long-term squatting I’m doing. “Pee pee’s coming! No, poo poo’s coming! No, it not coming. No, I just toot.” In the absence of potty pics (you're welcome) here is one from a recent trip to see Granny and her turtles.