Cousin Club

One rule: Cupcake devotion.

(Clearly, Joey's relationship with cupcakes is love/hate.)

My son the dork?

Cool Tops for Tots in Oakland basically told me that I'm making my kid a dork. Like those parents that make their kids were pony tails or jean jackets because they think it's still in style.

Anyway, looking around the place at all the shaggy-haired boys, I asked if anyone cut their kids' hair short like Marco's. He said, "No, Marco's is the only hair that I cut short. The other boys wear a longer style."

Great - I'm 'that' Mom.

You be the judge. Before and after.

Two years, two shots, too cute.

We had Marco's 2-year checkup this week. Doc was counting the words in his sentences. She says at this age, he should have two- to three-word sentences. When we got in the room, Marco told me he wanted to wash his hands and take off his diaper. Ha. I told him the doctor was going to do that. So, when she came in, he smiled and said, "Please wash my hands?" Then he told her, "We go doctor's house and play with doctor's tooooooys!?" She was impressed. Obviously.

Blah, blah, alright, bring on the stats. Well, apparently, Marco has been losing weight.

Weight: 29.5 pounds - 75th percentile (down a half a pound from his 18 month)

Height: 2' 10" - 45th percentile

Head: A mere 75th percentile

He got one shot in each leg. The first shot was met with "No." and the second got a "No! No!!" He got two bandaids to which he begrudgingly said, "Thank you for my stickers."

Ho ho how about my new camera?

For Christmas, I got a Mom camera. That is, a fancy camera to take pictures of my adorable child. Here are a few. Don't panic Grammy, but does anyone else recognize the Andreotti gap here?

How great do these pics look? I mean, quality. Content is a little lacking.
I know what you're thinking when you see this picture. Marco needs a haircut.

This is Marco's new favorite spot while we cook, "Mama, I want sit up here." For the Gilroy gift exchange, Jeff got this giant container of pistachios. Marco has learned how to open them himself. "Mama, I want eat Dada's nuts." I know, incredibly juvenile, but hysterical.

Artsy eh?

Mount Everest

Jeff has been scheming on what will be Marco's "thing." Perhaps a young mountain climber? This week, he has climbed my dresser, his changing table and this rock wall at the Park (with absolutely no help from his on-hand mother).

I mean, I have to assume that eating three ribs, french fries and green beans for lunch means that he's in training.This weekend was also marked with a (quite literal) bang when Marco climbed out of his crib INSIDE his sleepsack.