One small step in the living room.

Marco attempted to conquer the stairs in the living room.

Pushes up to standing...

His whole body atop his conquered stair. Nooooooooooo...

I wonder where he learned that?

Hairs Cut.

Just clean me up a little on the sides, trim the bangs and make me look respectable.


Before.
After. "Hey cousin, looks like you just got a hair cut too." "Hey G-pa, looks like you just got a hair cut too."

Crack myself right up... I figure Marco is making family bald jokes on borrowed time.

The Baby That Ate Marco

Friday we got together with Marco's girlfriends. Willa, Ashlie and Marco were all born within 24 hours of each other. The three of them had always been very similar in size. So, uh... what happened? These girls are delicate flowers. Very dainty and ladylike. Here's some photos of Ashlie, Willa and the baby that ate Marco.

And when he was tired of the photo shoot, he crawled away to wreak havoc on Willa's house.

And no boys in the house.

Jeff's Heather came over to babysit Marco while we went to a punk show in the City with Dan. Ha! For the record, we told the babysitter that she could invite boys over and that she could even raid our wine cellar. So there you go. We're so cool.

Marco really wanted to "come join us" and wear his new Converse high tops, but even the opening band was going on after his bedtime, so we had to leave him at home. Plus, he'd probably have to abandon "faux" and go real mohawk and I don't think we should take a razor to the baby's hair just yet.
In other update news... Marco's new daycare is going well. It takes me a little less time to get there even though it's further. My secret source (alright, it's Katie) has given me status updates... Marco asleep when she picked up Brooke... Marco having a bottle while surrounded by the other kids... the twins taking turns hugging Marco... so everything seems to be fine.

He's been eating well, sleeping well, crawling and he's still sleeping through - so I can't complain!The kids at the old daycare were younger and it was veeeeery mellow there. The new daycare is a hotbed of activity and Marco can't stand to miss a thing. He eats lunch with the group and even has a 3:00 afternoon snack with the group. So grown up! He's started to push and pull himself up to standing I think maybe to escape all the kids "loving" him all day.

I call daycare a success.

Sun Salutations

Ooomborg... Namaste.