And by that, I mean, Marco is a lot of work. He eats a lot and doesn't sleep long. Tommy has a snack and sleeps 14 hours. I would propose a trade, but Marco ate my awesome swiss chard tonight and who would trade that??
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Who's your Mama?
Grandma Cheech (or GrandmaPapaBarney as Marco calls her) very kindly took Marco and Tommy for Valentine's Day night. I stole these pics from Meredith. I was holding out for pics from Grandma, but hey, two kids is a lot of work!
And by that, I mean, Marco is a lot of work. He eats a lot and doesn't sleep long. Tommy has a snack and sleeps 14 hours. I would propose a trade, but Marco ate my awesome swiss chard tonight and who would trade that??
And by that, I mean, Marco is a lot of work. He eats a lot and doesn't sleep long. Tommy has a snack and sleeps 14 hours. I would propose a trade, but Marco ate my awesome swiss chard tonight and who would trade that??
Friday, February 12, 2010
The Happiest Place on Earth.
Dina's house is to Wilton what Disneyland is to Anaheim.
Not pictured: Me in the hot tub. Jeff in the pool. You're welcome.
Not pictured: Me in the hot tub. Jeff in the pool. You're welcome.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Boys are gross.
Jeff says I need to blog more about negative things because you don't want to always hear how great Marco is. That can't *possibly* be true, but here goes. All my worst fears have come true.
Three reasons why boys are gross. (I actually had to narrow it down to three.)
I think I finally earned my Mom stripes a few weeks ago when I let Marco vomit into my cupped hands. That's right, my kid pukes. That's right, in my hands.
Another past time of Marco's is nose picking. He came speeding into the living room the other night with one finger in the air shouting, "I GOT ONE! I GOT ONE! I GOT A BOOGER!" And he had.
Marco is equally fascinated with spit. He likes to swoosh it around in his mouth and just recently figured out how to let it dribble out of his mouth a little before sucking it back up. I nearly gagged.
The grossness almost (almost) makes me want to play with Barbies.
Three reasons why boys are gross. (I actually had to narrow it down to three.)
I think I finally earned my Mom stripes a few weeks ago when I let Marco vomit into my cupped hands. That's right, my kid pukes. That's right, in my hands.
Another past time of Marco's is nose picking. He came speeding into the living room the other night with one finger in the air shouting, "I GOT ONE! I GOT ONE! I GOT A BOOGER!" And he had.
Marco is equally fascinated with spit. He likes to swoosh it around in his mouth and just recently figured out how to let it dribble out of his mouth a little before sucking it back up. I nearly gagged.
The grossness almost (almost) makes me want to play with Barbies.
Here are a few adorable pics to make you doubt that Marco's grossness is possible at all. :)
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Super Silly Fiesta
We decided to take advantage of Marco's 2nd birthday by throwing party for us. ha. We figure next year we'll have a clown or something, this year, margaritas. It was a kid rager. Insane, but oddly calming...
Happy Birthday Birthday Boyee Marco.
Happy Birthday Birthday Boyee Marco.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Litte Farm, yes again.
Marco's new approach to Little Farm is a bit pushy. He LOVES it there, but the gentle day learning about and feeding farm animals in Berkeley has been reduced to, "C'mere goat. Eat it goat. Eat it. Look'a'me goat. Eat it. HE ATE IT!! MAMA, I NEED MORE CELERY!"
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