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We dropped Marco at the Cleaners with Grammy so that we could head out for a night on the town with my oldest friend Dina's birthday (emphasis on old).

As if you had any doubt that Marco is a true Andreotti, he found the dressing room, featuring a pedestal, lights and mirrored walls.  We nearly lost him.

They ate french fries, stayed up late watching movies and I'm pretty sure Marco had to wake up Grammy to put her to bed.

Jeff and I raged like rockstars and tiptoed in at 2:30, just like the good ol' days.  Except my headache wasn't ready for 7am cartoons.  Thanks for the fun Grammy!

La Nostra Genti

The Farrells needed a few good lookin' Italians to play driver in the Italian Heritage parade, formerly the Columbus Day parade.  (Jeff says future indigenous people day parade.) 

We had an excellent day!  And - contain your shock - ran into a ton of people we knew. 

The weather was beautiful, the bubbles were blowing, Julius Caesar gave me a glass of wine and we ended the day with dinner in North Beach. Not your average day.

Here's the proof:

(I'm sure they love 3-year olds at the bar.  Weird pic of Marco too.)

Ode to Tommy & Joey

In a virtual danceoff with his cousins, please welcome Marco's rendition of Mr. Gru. 

He slows down a little in the middle, but the final robot freeze at the end makes it uneditable. 

Morning Treat.

One of the benefits of Jeff's job is it's flexibility. When he has late appointments, the boys often get to go out to breakfast at the local coffee house, also know as "The Pancake Store," or "Loretta's House," according to Marco.

They get chorizo, pancakes and fruit and I get a photo texted to me... At work... Where I've been for hours.

Here are just a few recent texts.








Jealousy is so ugly on me. :)

Yeehaw!

In case you missed these adorable pics from Clara's cowboy-themed 4th birthday party here and here, check out these (mostly stolen) from me.

Marco loves his cousins, wearing his cowboy hat, cupcakes and riding a "hony," so it was pretty much a winning day in his mind. 

Here's the adorable, dusty proof: