Mama Cred.

Marco, on seeing my giant arm bruise, (whispering) "Whoa. Mama, that is so cool... Can I touch it?"

Before you ask: Yes, I was hit by a foul ball on a one in a million ricochet, yes I bruise easily, no I don't think it's broken and (by far the most popular and sick question) no, I didn't get to keep the ball.


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Living off the land.

Like our fore fathers, we're living off our land.

I mean I'm sure we could live for awhile on these gorgeous, delicious artichokes, right?



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Boys Night In

Jeff and I took Grandma to a play in Half Moon Bay (more accurately, she took us) and Marco stayed in Pacifica with Papa and Barney.

Marco loves spending time with Papa. He's his little pal and even gets to fall asleep next to him in his own recliner.

Barney stands guard.



We picked him up and took him home. The first thing he said in the morning was, "How did Papa's house become my house?"

Happy Easter!

A morning with Grammy and Granny, a Kit Kat for breakfast and a screaming haircut in the tub tired "somebunny" out before Tommy's party and Easter egg hunt.

Happy Easter to all!


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Un caffe per favore

Marco is obsessed with coffee. So for a treat, he got a little with his cream.

"This is so delicious Mama! Can I dip my cereal bar in it a little bit?"

Uh, is this bad parenting or just about the best thing ever? I told him "Che brava! That's just how we do it! We dip our biscotti in our coffee!"






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