Three Turkeys

Happy Thanksgiving! Sarah is busy doing all the hard work in the kitchen.

Walk the Walk?

I'll let you be the judge. BTW, notice he's going for the remote, probably because he wants to change the channel from the 49ers game to anything else.

Birthday to me, birthday to me.

Jeff made this homemade spice cake!

We birthday celebrated in Sacramento this weekend! We partied with the godfamily during the day and the babysitters (thanks Grammy!) took over at night. So fun!! Delicious dinner, fab wine and excellent dive bar with a great live band. I haven't seen so many cowboy hats since I worked at the State Fair. We capped the night staying at Dina's. Boy, not keeping one ear open all night makes you zzzzzzzzzzz...

Pics...

(Dina's backyard is like a park and it was 80 degrees.)

Out without our Wranglers and cowboy hats...

Boys will be boys.

Marco and I met up with some of the only boys in our lives on Friday. We went to a play place called Studio Grow right by Heather's house with the other stay-at-home moms/nannys. We sat in on a couple song classes and sang in Spanish and Hebrew. Ha! I decided to keep Marco out of the artroom after he tried to eat just about everything in there and his mouth was blue. But he really liked the soft gymnastics room with the ball pit and the crawl-in tunnel. The morning was filled with many cushy landings. Fun ensued.

The photo shoot started off innocently enough and then Jack broke out in tears. Marco backed away a little and then broke out in tears. TEARS people. Drama kings: (from left to right) Nikos, Jack W., Marco & Brayden.

More shots on Heather's blog...

Adventures in Dining

Just when I thought cooking and eating couldn't get more fun, Marco pulls up to the table.

Although we still enjoy the simplicity of baby jarred food - Amen! - Marco has graduated to lots of big boy food and loves it. Project food immersion - so far, so good... spicy pasta, baked potatoes, roasted tomatoes, roasted turnips, roasted carrots, baked chicken, Grandma Ila's meat sauce, pizza, cheese, Grandma Alice's kroeckeroni pasta, the ever popular, mac and cheese and most recently, Grandpa Graf's beef barley soup (shown here).

Each night seems to be an exercise in eating endurance with choruses of "All done? No?" Last night he had six ounces of chunky beef barley soup, baby yogurt mixed with cereal and then polished it all off with two manic handfuls of Cheerios. I unbuttoned his pants and reclined his chair.