Separated at Birth

by 2 years, 7 months, 9 days, and 53 minutes.

See if you can tell who's who without looking at the date.







Okay, this one's easier. The hair kind of gives it away.

Just 3 Years Ago Today...

Was Matteo's due date! We were ready (and yet so NOT ready) for him to come but he took his sweet time and came 3 days later.



Can you believe I had an 8-pound baby in there? You know you really need to lose the rest of the (second) baby weight when you think you look skinny at 40 weeks pregnant!

The World According to Matteo (first in an occasional series)

After hopping out of bed (happily, thank goodness) this morning, Matteo announced to Steve that when his arm is straight, his elbow is gone but when he bends it, his elbow is there! And then he demonstrated a few times.

Brilliant, I tell you.

PS- Our guest blogger FINALLY finished her post but since we started it a while ago, it's down under a few more posts. So you can scroll down to read about Matteo's latest zoo trip or if you're feeling really lazy, click here.

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'...

... Dario keeps rollin'!

I thought Matteo was an active baby but, so far, Dario has him beat by a long shot. Matteo rolled from his tummy to back just before he turned 5 months; Dario did it a few days before he turned 3 months! I'm not sure exactly when Matteo went from back to tummy but I'm guessing it was around 6-7 months (I remember him stuck on his side for quite a while!) and Dario just did that the other day, at a little over 4 months.

Now I'm trying not to constantly compare them because Dario has already proven to be his own little person. And if you think I'm bragging, you must not have two kids. Like I told Heather the other day, with the first one you brag about their milestones; with the second one, it's complaining. With Matteo to chase after I need Dario as immobile as long as possible.

The rolling stuff is cute and fun for now cause he's not really going anywhere or doing any damage. But rolling leads to crawling, which means taking Matteo's toys (thus starting the dreaded sibling fighting) and putting God knows what in his mouth. After crawling comes pulling up and cruising, followed by the slippery slope of walking and running. I'm not sure how this is going to work when taking them places, since I'm not exactly known for my stellar speed (they must get it from Steve) or my ability to be in two places at the same time (although I am developing a nice pair of eyes in the back of my head- teaching teenagers helped with that). All I can say is, Good thing Dario loves to be worn.



He'll probably be up there until he's 7.

Take us out to the ballgame!

We decided to make the most of the weekend Steve got off from work for Jillian's wedding and got tickets to the San Francisco Giants game on Sunday. It was both Dario and Matteo's first SF Giants game (we saw a San Jose Giants game with Matteo last spring). We took Caltrain from Santa Clara to San Francisco, which took about an hour and a half. It was perfect- Matteo finally got to ride a train and Dario got to snooze in a carrier on my chest instead of screaming in his car seat.

Matteo loved reading the map (once he stopped white-knuckling Steve's finger) and following our progress up the peninsula.



We made it! All of us in front of the Willie Mays statue (oops, Auntie Kelly cut off his torso) at AT&T Park.




Taking a swing out in the kid's field- Matteo got a great hit but then (like all the other kids) ran the wrong way.



Daddy and Matteo enjoying the game.