Marco's 11-week update... He's a big kid now!

Marco has been enjoying many things lately, here are some shots. After perusing my witty banter, I know you're exclaiming "But who cares? Where are the pics?" So, here are a few...

Although Marco has been sleeping in Jack's Moses basket in his crib since he was about five days old, he's recently transitioned into the crib in itself. Wahoo! It finally doesn't seem as if the crib will swallow him up. Another great addition to the crib was a Tiny Love mobile from Niko. Heather and Katie call it "baby crack" and indeed it is. The first hit was free and he loves it. Morning, noon, night, loves it. What do they put in that thing?

This is not actually a picture of him sleeping in it. This is just him showing us what it would be like if it were nighttime and if he were sleeping in it - such a champion model. He doesn't really sleep in short overalls, but it's supposed to be 80 degrees here today, work with me.

Also shown here is the sleep positioner. He's supposed to be all the way at the top, but he just slides down during the night so it ends up like more of a slide to a pillow. Oh well!

Marco is still loving his changing table. So much so that Jeff wanted to bring it to Ventura with us. ha. He's liking the Bumbo (shown here covered with a blanket) and even enjoys tummy time!

And guess what? Marco finally loves his swing! Or as I call it, "that genius swing invention." Phewf.

Boys Day Out. Moms Night In.

Yesterday, I headed out dressed "up" in my fat pants to judge a marketing competition for my Board of Directors. An adult task! Jeff watched Marco, who actually did work with him at a customer's house. Jeff's co-worker deemed Marco a Sarah look-alike (YES!) when they visited the jobsite. But I digress...

Jeff did a great job and had a nice day with Marco, even though I came home to this ensem. No pants and John Deere socks. Truly a white trash (and happy!) baby. At least he matches.
So, he had some bottles, but my apparent "Mommy brain" (which I don't believe in btw) did not realize that the judging was from 9:30 - 3. I showed up at 10 (moron mommy) and thought it ended at 2. Long story short, Marco had a bottle of formula and once again began throwing up all afternoon. It was terrible!

So, I still have to try soy and organic formula options, but I know that several of you had experiences with this... maybe an allergy? Maybe you could recommend something? Nicole? Jen?

Post-puke wrap up... After eating several times and sleeping through the night, Marco has awoke refreshed, healthy and happy again.

First, first, first... Go Giants!

Not even 11 weeks old and we're rollin to Giants Opening Day. What a life!

Today, Marco enjoyed many firsts... first BART ride, first stroller valet parking and first Giants game. He slept or cried (boo Padres) through most of the day, cuddled up in the Bjorn or wondering why it was so WINDY.

Of course, we ran into most of St. Ignatius HS alum and about 40,000 fans toasted Marco with Take Me Out To The Ballgame and Miller Lites. He was minding his own business in his only hoody sweatshirt which happens to be blue, when he was accused of being a Dodgers fan. Of course, he erupted in a crying fit. Poor baby. Otherwise, Marco seemed to enjoy it all and spent most of the day taking it in.
Times they are a'changin. Here are Jeff and Chuck pushing their strollers.

We ran into Colin and Mike Mulry. Great to see them, I mean, since dinner on Friday. We got Marco a certificate to proclaim his first Giants game, but Colin showed him up with a personalized baseball bat. Darn!

BARTing (it's a verb) with the D'Angelos. DO NOT tell Brooke they went to the Giants game.

Marco is inducted to the punk rock Giants fan club. The orangehawk asked if he could flip off the camera. Notice Marco's tiny fauxhawk. HA!

His favorite part of the day was being changed in the bathroom under the flourescent lights and being put in this sweatshirt.

Here he is in his Giants garb. Thanks to Aunt Darcy and Uncle Kevin for the Giants shirt, Jeanne and Bill Barulich for the orange pants and Niko for the Giants socks, which kept falling off, so we had to switch to the orange runners from the D'Angelos. The Padres winning evokes actual tears.

I heart BART.

Burgers Baby.

The Spriggs family and Amy Lund came to see us, which was really great. We barbequed hamburgers. The even mo' greater part was Jeff's buns. Hubba hubba.

Hee, hee... Jeff baked the burger buns! While we were in Ventura, Linda gave Jeff some of her "starter." It's used like yeast, but it's made from fermented grapes or something. I'm sure I'm saying this all wrong, but here's the bottom line - Jeff is out of control. It's alive, he has to "feed" it and I'm a bit worried that I'm going to wake up to a scene from Little Shop of Horrors.

Also, last week's ciabatta bread and this weeks buns make me wonder "Aren't I supposed to be losing weight?"

"Lundaaaay" brought Marco this "Fire Chief" hat and a matching sweatshirt -very nice! Is it just me or does our living room look fabulous? I think it's her hair color complementing the room! We should keep her around.

Pee Wee Cecchin alla Mop

Mop sent photos of the part in the middle hairstyle that she gave Marco a few nights ago. I hesitate to show his dorky side, but really can you STAND this?? It makes me have hysterical laughter.... and a bit of shame that he looks so happy to have this Trumpstyle.

Now, to be fair, he loves to have his hair played with and brushed, so maybe Mop didn't offer him a mirror before he shared these smiles from all the attention.
Please, please don't let your child see these pics. I'd hate to get my son beat up on the playground.


HA!