Come and find me!

We have a fan of hide and seek, folks. Whether it's behind the couch, in a closet or under his bed, Marco loves to hide. "You count to 30 Mama!"

You can find him by exclaiming, "Where's Marco?" And then wait.

"I'm in the cabinet!!"

Big Boy

Creeping up on three, Marco is becoming a very big boy. He has been perfecting his Christmas gift, a "computer" from Grammy.

And perfecting my Christmas toy, a computer from Jeff.

He's been loving his new bed. A big, big (two bigs) boy bed. (More pics to follow.) And he's been slightly less than perfect perfecting his big boy underwear. Something to grow on...

The day the music died.

If I had feelings, I'd shed a tear for this ugly hand-me-down from my co-worker, that led a life as triumphant as a knight.

As soon as he could talk, Marco dubbed this ridiculous crib side toy "My Music." It became a permanent fixture in marco's nighttime routine and we'd hear the music revive throughout the night when he'd wake. It's been the soundtrack of my life for three years.

First the middle part stopped moving, then the middle light burned out, the bears stopped giggling, the music resembled a funeral march more than its former peaceful, serene bedtime tunes, until only that round frightening face glowed and moaned. Yikes.


Marco is adjusting well. I was worried the first night when he said "good night mama, I turn on my music now," and pantomimed reaching up and turning it on. With a roll and a request for water, he slept in silence.

Countless nights and D batteries later... RIP Music. You were a good man and you will be missed.

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Monkeying around.

Don't feed the wildlife.

(Another excellent Grandma photo.)

Man's Best Friend

Ahh, nothing so sweet as a boy and his (Grandma & Papa's) dog.
Spare me your comments about how we need a dog. Feeding and picking up after Marco is plenty of work for us. Thanks.

(Photo credit: Grandma Cecchin)