A real page turner.

Marco is shaping up to be an avid reader. He loves books. He wants to read them again and again and then he'll "read" them back to you. He is fast approaching Jeff's lifetime record for completed books. This morning he told me "I'm a witch. Happy Halloweeeeeeeeen!" straight from Dora's spooky Halloween book.

We don't go anywhere without a book and that includes Stockton to see Granny. Thank goodness she likes to read as much as Marco. I need a break. And luckily, her book club hasn't gotten to "Moo Baa La La La," so she didn't already know how it ends.

It's a small world.

Is it just going to Catholic school all your life that makes the world a teeny tiny place?

We referred the Moores to our pediatrician at Kaiser (who was referred to us by Jack and Katie). If you're paying attention, that's St. Francis/St. Brendan's/St. Ignatius/Christian Brothers/Loyola Marymount.

So, they take their new beautiful daughter to see our Doc. They say, "Hi Doc! Little Marco Cecchin referred us to you." Doc says, "There's nothing 'little' about Marco Cecchin."

Ouch. Oh no she di-int!

Here's the proof of his giant man hands. I mean, look at the meat hooks.

Praise be daycare.

A few weeks ago, Marco was playing and counted some toys up to ten! I repeat. He counted to ten! (Alright, truth be told, he was counting snacks not toys.)

Jeff and I dropped our jaws and stared at him until he clapped and said "Yeeeeeaaaaah!!! Mama yeah? Dada yeah?"

He's already learned a life lesson. I mean, if you don't pat yourself on the back, who will?

Here's video proof (forgive my annoying direction trying to get proof)...

Like a fine [boxed] wine.

Three reasons I've recently discovered I'm old:

1. Sacramento got this oldies station "All 90s, all the time." I know every single word to every single song. Digital Underground, check, Bryan Adams, check, Ace of Base, check. It's shamefully old woman of me, but it rocks.

2. We went to Jeff's 15-year high school reunion. Awesome. Marco went to Papa and Grandma's overnight. Since Jeff's Dad teaches at his high school, everyone at the reunion kept telling me, "I love Mr. Cecchin!" to which I replied, "I know, he's an awesome babysitter!"

3. I can't remember the third thing, which makes "irony" qualify as the third. It's like a black fly in your chardonnay.

Here's some shots of Marco's adventures overnight in P-town.

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.