Little monkey.

As we had any doubts that Marco was a certified boy, he had a blast climbing the trees at the marina. I told him not to climb too high and he said, "because the monkeys and the bananas are up there?" um, yes.

He climbed so high that he couldn't get down. I had flashes of fire departments and broken bones, so yes, you guessed it, I climbed the tree too. I feel like I should write a review for Steve Madden, "multipurpose, comfortable and stylish while retrieving overly zealous monkey from tree."









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Boat Grandma makes the best gnocchi.

Our long weekend on Poseidon spoiled us with family and excellent, excellent food. We haven't broken it to Marco that "Boat Grandma" is a chef and that not all two-year olds get to eat veal chop and homemade gnocchi for dinner. Of course, we didn't break it to Grandma that not all two-year olds want to roll their own gnocchi and eat veal.

They make a nice pair.












With veal chop on the bone in one hand, he devours gnocchi with the other...





Marco credited Grandma for the best gnocchi. When we asked what Boat Papa makes the best, he said, "bananas." :)

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Oh, hi Brad.

On my way to take Marco to stay with Grandma extraordinaire ("Barney Grandma"), the bridge was closed for police activity. Complicated Cecchin Plan B. We pulled off, hop on BART, avert a momentary meltdown that the Marco's bike couldn't come on BART, run to the station dragging a 2-year old and navigate the "moving stairs" up onto the platform just as the train is pulling up.


Phewf. I relax and Marco says, "Oh, hi Brad." and climbs up on his lap. I look at him like a crazy person until I realize our next door neighbor is on BART with us. ha.

I like bananas and carrots too!

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Location:Oakland

RIP mohawk

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