Santa Came to Town!

...and I'm not sure who was more excited. Jeff or Enzo? Santa came on the Holiday Toy Express on the Metrolink train that I take each day to work. The train was decorated with lots of lights and music, and SANTA!

We had to wake Enzo up when Santa arrived, since he didn't budge when the train arrived at the station with horn blowing!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Today was a wonderful day of giving thanks for all our blessings. We have LOTS to be thankful for -- good health (Josie celebrated her 5 year cancer-free anniversary last month), lots of loving family and friends (and Uncle Johnny surprised us all for a Thanksgiving miracle!), and lots of good food prepared by loving hands. And, as the youngest in the family, Enzo got to chomp on the turkey leg, which he liked way too much. Happy Thanksgiving!

Mr. Bumbo

We have the bumbo baby chair for Enzo, but for some reason he still likes the good old boppy breastfeeding pillow. I figured out why... It smells like mommy. Coincidence? I think not.

Mommy has been away on her first business trip since Enzo was born, and I think he misses her. Fortunately, she's only been away since yesterday morning, and is on her way home on the Super Shuttle. We both are counting the minutes...

I am Baby Enzo and I am six months old!!!

He is half way to his first birthday. Yes, Enzo is six months old. We celebrated by working late (booo) and feeding him rice cereal with extra carrots. Mmmmmm good.

The other exciting thing is that now we've rotated in the 6-9 month old clothing that has been hanging in his closet as if it'd never be worn. And now, finally -- his clothes are big instead of the crop tops in size 3-6 months we've been making him wear.

Jeff Rides a Metric Century

Jeff decided about a week ago that he was going to ride a metric century -- yes, that's 100 km or 65 mi. Tour de Foothills. No training. No carb loading. No riding his bike as practice. And here, at about mile 55, he started losing his legs.

We were there with hand-painted signs, whistles, lawn chairs and a whole lotta love to support him.

And Enzo got to tell his dad that he was proud of him.



Fortunately, it was a gorgeous day, so we hung out by the side of the road and cheered on other riders as well. And Mema was checking out the middle aged men in spandex, but that's another story.














SUCCESS!!! We are proud of you, Daddy!!

Barack the Vote!

Enzo wanted to wear his Election Day outfit to hit the polls and exercise his right to vote. Fortunately, he told me what his wishes were and so I carried out his vote for Obama.
















He seems to know something that I don't. Perhaps he knows that history will be made today.



















We all celebrated with balloons, cupcakes and cheers of victory. And the fact that I'll have to worry a little less about the kind of world my son will grow up in.















The headline of the day. Congratulations, America, for getting it right. Finally.