I wanna be a Marco Man.

After putting Marco down for his nap today, I heard a giant BOOM. I thought it was outside until I had an ominous feeling. His doorknob started turning back and forth like a horror movie and I heard the chanting... "OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR!"

All future naps will be taken zipped up in his sleepsack.

Cooking Show?

I have to say, I made a jammin dinner. And as Jeff would say, "You always do."

Lemon Rosemary Chicken with fried zucchini blossoms and lemon slices. You might want to sit down for this...

I know.

FORK (sic) FOUND

Are you my mother?

Storm Watch 2009

Anyone remember where I parked my car?

1985 Flashback

I took Marco to Sutter's Fort recently and it felt like 1985 again. I love Sacramento's midtown, yes, even the homeless people. Here are some shots of Marco's incredible climbing skills.

I haven't captured his ability to climb onto our coffee table, our dresser, the kitchen counter and, most impressive, the top part of the fridge as he holds with his hands and literally scales the fridge with his feet. I stay pretty busy running at him and screaming "Noooooooooooooooooo!"

On the way back to the Cleaners, we hydrated. (How "heather" is this pic?)