Whatever floats your boat
What on Earth is Matteo doing here?

In his words: "I'm in my boat floating on the water."
After he was done relaxing, it was time to dive (under the bed) for some abalone.

His gear included a purple rubber glove on one foot and a dragon slipper on the other; the other dragon slipper on one hand and a snow boot on the other hand. And his invisible wetsuit. I asked him if he's going to get abalone next year and he said "Yes. I'm going with Aaron and Uncle Mike."

Not to be outdone, Dario has finally mastered sitting up (with the occasional backwards head bump on the floor when I look away for a second). Unfortunately, he's also mastered army crawling and is scooting around the floor like a pro so it looks like that nice "baby-can-sit-and-play-but-not-move" phase isn't happening in this house. Yes, that is a little scratch by his eye, which tells me it's time to cut the dreaded teeny tiny baby nails, but that other mark is just a shadow- don't anybody worry! It's rough being Matteo's little brother, but not that rough!