Party with my mateys.

Rocked a pirate party for Will's 3rd. Marco spoke Spanish to the caterer. Ha. Arrrr!







































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Yeehaw!

It seems like just yesterday when we brought breakfast burritos to the hospital to meet baby Jack D'Angelo IV, but today we celebrated his first birthday in cowboy style.

Cheers to great friends. (note my Grandpa Graf's belt buckle fashioned to fit Marco!)


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It's so hard to say goodbye.

Marco is growing up. He's regularly referring to us as "Dadd" (emphasis on the d) and "Mom." I'm not sure if I'm heartbroken or just pissed.

He's very aware that my name is Mama, so in typical flirt fashion, when he wants something, he turns on the charm. "Can I have it please Mama?" and if he's really laying it on thick, he might even couple it with a snuggle, a kiss and adds, "Please Mama cat."


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Joking aside.

Surprisingly, Marco may have to play the straight man unless his humor comes in.

"Marco, why can't dogs drive?"
"Because they're not 16!"


(Correct answer: Because they can't find a barking space.)





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I want a pony!

We raged at birthday parties over the weekend, including baby Olive turning two and baby Josie turning one. Do you think we should stop calling them babies yet?

Marco insisted that Olive should get a princess dress and because I had insider knowledge, we brought My Little Pony for Josie.

Jeff asked Marco if he rode a horse, but he adamantly explained, "No Dadd!! It's called a 'hony!'"








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