18 months and all is well

We had our 18-Month checkup today. All is well! Doc brought in a book for Marco (we get one at each appointment - love Kaiser). Marco was pointing out all the things on the wall, broccoli, apple, baby, airplane, car... Doc said, "Uh, Marco, I brought you a baby book. Let me go back and pick out a book that's a little more advanced." We beamed.

18-Month Box Score:

Weight: 30 pounds (91%)
Height: 2' 9" (70%)
Head: plateau (75%)
Shoe size: 6
Clothes: 18-24 or 2T

A few of his favorite things:

Black Sheep (stuffed animal that raps and sleeps with Marco)
Dora (He is his father's son! Starting to like TV and except for Kaiser's warnings about brain development, I am fully on board with this.)
Peas (He could literally eat 70+ per meal.)

He continues to be a great eater. Recently, I made Jeff and I a very spicy pasta and made Marco the more mild version. He asked for a bite of mine by saying "Mama, I want bite. Ahhhhhhhh" with his mouth wild open. After he tasted it, he said "Yummy! Mama, I want speeeecy!"

He's fearless and nimble. He easily heaves his 30-pound body up onto just about anything. He walks straight down the slide while I calmly say, "MARCO! SIT AND SCOOT!!" He walks up and down stairs like a man using the wall or the handrail.

He is almost speaking in sentences, which is such a kick! Yesterday he pointed up and told me, "MAMA! Plane in the skyyyyy!" (As opposed to "plane in the book.") At the haircutting place, there was a girl sitting in the car that he normally sits in. He came over, got right in my face and very seriously said, "Mama, bebe in Marco's car." (Pictured here with mango lollipop. Big fan.)

Smile, Wink, Blush

Marco hones his flirtation.

A How-To Guide

When you take summer road trips, try to relax. Kick up your feet and make some calls on your Hello.

Can you feel the altitude?

Ahh, our "summer home." Think 8,000 feet, icy water, no electricity with a little bit of fancy (indoor plumbing). We love the cabin!

(That's Marco in the middle. No oar, boo.)

Zachary who?

Although I'm still in the Jeff-is-out-of-control camp, Jeff made a Chicago, deep dish, Zachary's-style pizza last night. I mean, really, really awesome. And gorgeous! It was so huge, we had to deliver it all over Oakland for it to get eaten.