Tuesday, December 8, 2009
I go up. I go down. I ride horsies!
We visited Tilden Park's Christmas Fantasy Carousel. Marco loves the carousel. Santa was there too and Marco walked right up to him. I'm pretty sure if I could read his mind it would go something like this: "What you doing Santa? You don't remember me? I'm Marco John Cecchin from earlier at SI? We high fived? You're friends with my Papa? Nothing?"
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Ho Ho Ho
SI hosted a Santa event again for children and grandchildren of staff and faculty. Marco has been talking about Santa a lot lately, so we're really looking forward to Christmas. But, we were prrrrretty sure he was going to be petrified.
As it turns out, Marco LOVED Santa. Papa got a round of "Here Comes Santa Claus" going and he appeared. Marco couldn't take his eyes off of him. We he started calling names to give presents, Marco dragged Jeff up to the front to get a closer view. He was enamored.
One by one, Santa called the kids up to receive gifts. Marco kept standing up and whispering "That mine." Until it finally was his. I don't know why I'm surprised, but Santa speaks Italian! He said, "Marrrrco Cecchin! Viene Qui - Buon Natale!"
As it turns out, Marco LOVED Santa. Papa got a round of "Here Comes Santa Claus" going and he appeared. Marco couldn't take his eyes off of him. We he started calling names to give presents, Marco dragged Jeff up to the front to get a closer view. He was enamored.
One by one, Santa called the kids up to receive gifts. Marco kept standing up and whispering "That mine." Until it finally was his. I don't know why I'm surprised, but Santa speaks Italian! He said, "Marrrrco Cecchin! Viene Qui - Buon Natale!"
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Dinner time conversation
I read that it is important to talk to your child and especially to listen to show them that you think they are important. Ha. Listening to Marco is a full-time job. Here are a few recent conversations at home:
Marco on *his* phone.
"Hi! Hi Granny. What you doing? Um, um, and the turtles? Okay, okay, bye."
When the cat sniffed a discarded Cheerio.
"No, no Toby cat. That not your Chee-yo, that mine."
After dinner.
"I want eat banana like a big boy." (Meaning he wants to hold it inside the peel.)
In the middle of the night.
"Where my agua go? Dada! My agua fall down! Ooooh no... there it is!"
When Jeff came out of the bathroom.
(Clapping!)"YEAH DADA!! YOU GO POO POO ON THE POTTY!!"
And finally, here are some pics that never made it to the light of the blog:
Marco on *his* phone.
"Hi! Hi Granny. What you doing? Um, um, and the turtles? Okay, okay, bye."
When the cat sniffed a discarded Cheerio.
"No, no Toby cat. That not your Chee-yo, that mine."
After dinner.
"I want eat banana like a big boy." (Meaning he wants to hold it inside the peel.)
In the middle of the night.
"Where my agua go? Dada! My agua fall down! Ooooh no... there it is!"
When Jeff came out of the bathroom.
(Clapping!)"YEAH DADA!! YOU GO POO POO ON THE POTTY!!"
And finally, here are some pics that never made it to the light of the blog:
Monday, November 23, 2009
A very Fake Thanksgiving.
A very real Feast. Again, our "fake" celebration allows us to all be together!
This year, we're thankful for our big family, six homemade lasagnas, three types of homemade bread and a platter of delectable desserts.
Not naming any names, but some people photograph the food.
(front to back: Italian rustic, focaccia and sweet rolls)
...and some people photograph the people... and that's why we need two Sara(h) Cecchins on the Team.
This year, we're thankful for our big family, six homemade lasagnas, three types of homemade bread and a platter of delectable desserts.
Not naming any names, but some people photograph the food.
(front to back: Italian rustic, focaccia and sweet rolls)...and some people photograph the people... and that's why we need two Sara(h) Cecchins on the Team.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
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