My Dad and Linda are determined to be cool. And I think it's working! They mix music with an iPod, their iPhone is en route and they've entered the Blogosphere.
Linda has started a cooking blog. Pictures... techniques... everything that's wafting out of the Poseidon kitchen is at your fingertips. And she earned that tall hat, so beware.
The best part? She's sharing recipes. Check it out.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Altitude and destitute.
Friday morning Heather and I headed up to my cabin with the boys. We traveled lightly and the men (I think they qualify) met us later that evening. It was a nice travel day with a stop for lunch in Folsom and an afternoon walk to enjoy the perfect weather.
As the day ticked on, we realized that our diaper supply was quickly dwindling. Luckily, the boys wear the same size diaper now. Unluckily, they were tearing through those things like they were made of tissue. We were stuck at 8,000 feet with two mess-making machines (Marco takes most of the credit.)
As Nikos' bedtime loomed, our packing skills were in question. Jeff and Taki had the diaper supply, Nikos' pajamas and his pak n'play. Oh and I think they had our share of the patience too. We roshamboed for the last diaper (Nikos won) as the men pulled into the drive.
Crisis averted! Adventurous story achieved.
At the bar...
Out for a walk and a swim for Bosco...
We also played this game called "Who weighs more?" Luckily, it was about the boys, because I was NOT prepared to win that game. I think the consensus was that Nikos weighs more, but Marco is more dead weight and doesn't hold himself up as much so he seems heavier. Nikos was insulted by the entire game and proved his man-like strength by showing Marco who was boss.
Please note how I'm unable to juggle two children. Enough said.
It was a great weekend, in short, diapers, margaritas, smores and trivial pursuit (Cecchin victory!) Not at the same time of course.
Thanks Romioses! Check out their account.
As the day ticked on, we realized that our diaper supply was quickly dwindling. Luckily, the boys wear the same size diaper now. Unluckily, they were tearing through those things like they were made of tissue. We were stuck at 8,000 feet with two mess-making machines (Marco takes most of the credit.)
As Nikos' bedtime loomed, our packing skills were in question. Jeff and Taki had the diaper supply, Nikos' pajamas and his pak n'play. Oh and I think they had our share of the patience too. We roshamboed for the last diaper (Nikos won) as the men pulled into the drive.
Crisis averted! Adventurous story achieved.
At the bar...
Out for a walk and a swim for Bosco...We also played this game called "Who weighs more?" Luckily, it was about the boys, because I was NOT prepared to win that game. I think the consensus was that Nikos weighs more, but Marco is more dead weight and doesn't hold himself up as much so he seems heavier. Nikos was insulted by the entire game and proved his man-like strength by showing Marco who was boss.Please note how I'm unable to juggle two children. Enough said.
It was a great weekend, in short, diapers, margaritas, smores and trivial pursuit (Cecchin victory!) Not at the same time of course. Thanks Romioses! Check out their account.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Tommy can you hear me?
I think it's time to absolve Tommy from his role as the bully cousin. Next up in the batting order is innocent, feminine, red-haired Miss Clara Jane. Observe the play-by-play... Tommy, Joey, Marco & Clara...
We regret positioning Tommy as the bully and look forward to the cousins' adventures this weekend.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
A few of my most important friends.
Just when I thought it was sooo cool that Melanie's kids are featured in the Antioch Press (plus a series of far east bay local rags...)
... my friend Erin suddenly appears on the red carpet! What? I mean, I've resided myself to knowing that a life of financial services marketing isn't the most glamorous job out there, but really? MY friend Erin? Talking to my "Heroes?" I mean, I think this post will just about throw Heather into a tizzy so I hesitate to share, but how can I resist?
Here she is at my wedding to prove I 'knew her when'. Starting from the left, it's Erin Fox, TV Guide red carpet correspondent, noboby, nobody, nobody, nobody/me, Jaime who gets us into fancy clubs that we have no business being in and nobody. So there you go.
I have no comeback to Erin's glamorous life except to sheepishly say, "WELL I HAVE GREAT BENEFITS!"
... my friend Erin suddenly appears on the red carpet! What? I mean, I've resided myself to knowing that a life of financial services marketing isn't the most glamorous job out there, but really? MY friend Erin? Talking to my "Heroes?" I mean, I think this post will just about throw Heather into a tizzy so I hesitate to share, but how can I resist?Here she is at my wedding to prove I 'knew her when'. Starting from the left, it's Erin Fox, TV Guide red carpet correspondent, noboby, nobody, nobody, nobody/me, Jaime who gets us into fancy clubs that we have no business being in and nobody. So there you go.
I have no comeback to Erin's glamorous life except to sheepishly say, "WELL I HAVE GREAT BENEFITS!"
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