Glamorshots

I asked Marco if I could take his picture and he said, "No way Jose-Mama."

Hmm... I wonder why Marco is against photos when the camera loves him?

(Or is it just me?)

A man of many words.

To a statue of St. Francis:
"You on time out. For no listening! Is that what you want??"

When I told him we are going to put on PJs:
"Mama, wait. Wait, okay? I go outside, help Dada fire pizza oven. Then PJs. Okay? Okay Mama?"

On disappointment that the pizza oven yields no pizza:
"Okay, I help Dada and then pizza? THEN pizza? Then PIZZA Mama?"

On Mama's pride:
"Mama, you get vino, I have my milk. We have cheers. Cin cin!"

2010

By 2010, I thought we'd be driving hovercraft and talking to each other on video watches. Well, my Honda still rolls on wheels, but there's something special about Marco being able to dial up his concert fans at night. "Mama, after bath, I want sing Tinkle Tinkle to Grandma Papa on the puter." Isn't technology great?

Pizza manly men.

Jeff and his merry band of muscle got the pizza oven in Friday night. Two alternates from next door had to be called in at the last minute for reinforcement.
Get a look at the guys who want Jeff's pizza bad enough to carry 500 pounds of oven. Yes, that's me in a Dartmouth helmet. Jeff didn't seem worried about me at all btw.

After five days of fires (huh?) we're open for pizza business. Make your reservations in the comments. I figure the breakeven on this oven is about 200 pizzas, so we'd better get cooking!

Exciting Cecchin Family News

The newest family member is loaded and ready to come home. Introducing our 450-pound bouncing bundle of joy.

Stay tuned for a sure-to-be comical move-in evening.