Go Giants!

Uncle Tim and Auntie Sara invited us to an A's game. Walking through Old Navy, there was a 4T A's t-shirt on sale for $5. It was a sign!

Uncle Tim was very appreciative of Marco's new t-shirt, we were very appreciative of the trap, err, luxury box where we viewed the A's game and the World Cup (brutal defeat, ug) and Marco was very appreciative of his helmet o'popcorn. Score one for the A's.

We enjoyed the games, snacked all day and hopped back on BART. Marco sat next to a stranger and told him all about his day at the Giants game. Quick reminder that he's 3.

I know I'm a little biased, but is it just me or does Marco just look a little more dorky in the ol' green and gold?

Big Boy School

Marco has started real pre-school.

Since Jeff and I are incredibly discerning and picky parents, we chose the one closest to our house, that provides after school care for our local public school, and, ah shucks, it just happens to be the cheapest.

So far, it's been really, really great. I kind of didn't realize how ready he was to have another experience. We loved being at Alba's for three years, but he didn't have anyone there his age and he was the oldest all-day child left.

Now he's in a class of 30 kids his own age. There are three teachers in his class. He had two transitional, "But I want another kiss!" days and now he's good. The teachers rave about his easy transition, how he loves to play with all the kids and his love for Elena (one of the teacher's daughters).

Having a calendar of what they work on is so great... Science day, Kung Fu movement day, dance class, sharing day... I adore it.

We've already been uber-dorky involved, including a parents' night out (Marco goes to school for movie night while we go out), a PTA meeting and we're fans online. Every parent I meet says, "oh! We've heard all about Marco! [Blank] talks about him!"

So far, Marco talks about one friend, "Johnny." I found out his name is "Benny," to which Marco said, "yeah! Benny!" Ah, to be three.

It's been an amazing realization to meet kids in our neighborhood that could be Marco's lifetime friends. (After all, Jeff ran away from Jack's house when he was five.) I mean, Marco and Benny have the same retro, metal Curious George lunchbox, so if that's not lifetime friend material, what is?

I asked Marco what Benny looked like so I could recognize him and he said, "He looks like a real funny guy!"

Today he told me, "Benny and I put spike-tailed dinosaurs down the slide! It was funny. But then we were put on timeout."

Marco new pride is his cubby and hook (this is actually his stuff, not trash.)

I've never felt more love and like and appreciation of my kid watching him transition to "big boy school."

The First Cut is the Deepest

Marco disappeared into his room this morning. And... Gave himself a haircut with baby nail scissors.





It was bad.

We spent the morning at the farmers market hearing stories about when "their" son/daughter/nephew gave themselves a haircut.

So... We gave him a cover up buzz. BUZZ.

And what I learned is that Marco really doesn't favor Jeff even with a 1/8 cut.


I'm sure you'll agree.

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Put me in Coach.

The Becks were in town and in case you didn't know, Coach Beck is uber-important. Called up the Giants and asked for a few seats to their sold out game. Booyeah, the best seats we'd ever sat in were waiting at Will Call.

We were so happy to join Tyler at his first Giants game! I think it's fair to say the Giants are, like, at least his fourth favorite team. And definitely, his favorite ballpark.

It was the first game we've really taken Marco to a game as a big boy. (Shh, don't tell him that we went several times without him last season.) We were concerned, but luckily (snark), the Giants were down 8 runs in the 5th, so we went ahead for a walking tour of the stadium.

As it turns out, Bochy should've put Marco in because he stepped right up to the plate at the mini-ballpark and got a base hit. I nearly cried I was so proud. Of course, the kid in front of him got a splash hit. Showoff.

And guess who we ran into at the mini-ballpark?? TOMMY BOY! I love this picture of Jeff and Marco talking to Auntie M. They were so excited about their mini-ballpark experience!

Marco and Tommy took several laps on the slides and Marco shot out of the slide full stride running. How is it possible?After our play tour, we headed out to the bleachers and met up with more friends. I think Marco is a really man of the people because he loved the bleachers! He especially had a soft spot for seeing his friends and sharing his snacks (and getting theirs).

He fell asleep around 5:00 on the drive home and continued to sleep straight through the night. Ahhh.

It was, honestly, the most enjoyable day!

Incubation Period

Think we should get a medical opinion?