Elders

From the mouth of the little boy who, when asked what he wants to be when he grows up, says: "Well, I want to be a daddy aaaand ... have 12 kids aaaand, oh, I also want to be president..." comes the following this morning at breakfast in response to his sister's getting too close for his comfort with her yogurt (he DEEEspises yogurt):

"PLEASE!! Portia!! You must respect your elders!" To me, then, he turns: "I am Portia's elder, and she has to respect my dislike of yogurt!"

Not that I would wish the vagaries of president-hood upon anyone, but he's in line.

Endlich!

Headline News:
Reporting from Germany from the second yellow house in our lives: Chachi's smile, for the first time, now reveals a big hole and an incoming tooth. Hard to say what is more exciting for him - pain-free eating pizza again (until neighbor increasingly wobbly tooth decides to follow suit, which looks like any week now) or imagining how many euros the German tooth fairy will leave under his pillow...

See you soon, Daddy

Grandmothers

We love you NaiNai and Ama!

Watch Hill, one year later

Last summer we discovered the fabulousness of Watch Hill AND the proximity of it. We're back, one year later, with many trips yet to come this summer.

2010



2011

The Grey Lady

showed us none of her fog and grey skies. Just crystal blue skies, divine warm water and beautiful beaches. Thank you, Annie and Steve, for four beautiful days at your place on Nantucket. Here's to friendship.

Good times!