Praise be daycare.

A few weeks ago, Marco was playing and counted some toys up to ten! I repeat. He counted to ten! (Alright, truth be told, he was counting snacks not toys.)

Jeff and I dropped our jaws and stared at him until he clapped and said "Yeeeeeaaaaah!!! Mama yeah? Dada yeah?"

He's already learned a life lesson. I mean, if you don't pat yourself on the back, who will?

Here's video proof (forgive my annoying direction trying to get proof)...

Like a fine [boxed] wine.

Three reasons I've recently discovered I'm old:

1. Sacramento got this oldies station "All 90s, all the time." I know every single word to every single song. Digital Underground, check, Bryan Adams, check, Ace of Base, check. It's shamefully old woman of me, but it rocks.

2. We went to Jeff's 15-year high school reunion. Awesome. Marco went to Papa and Grandma's overnight. Since Jeff's Dad teaches at his high school, everyone at the reunion kept telling me, "I love Mr. Cecchin!" to which I replied, "I know, he's an awesome babysitter!"

3. I can't remember the third thing, which makes "irony" qualify as the third. It's like a black fly in your chardonnay.

Here's some shots of Marco's adventures overnight in P-town.

I wanna be a Marco Man.

After putting Marco down for his nap today, I heard a giant BOOM. I thought it was outside until I had an ominous feeling. His doorknob started turning back and forth like a horror movie and I heard the chanting... "OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR!"

All future naps will be taken zipped up in his sleepsack.

Cooking Show?

I have to say, I made a jammin dinner. And as Jeff would say, "You always do."

Lemon Rosemary Chicken with fried zucchini blossoms and lemon slices. You might want to sit down for this...

I know.

FORK (sic) FOUND

Are you my mother?