Amber Alert

This here is the best $89.99 we've spent on baby equipment. Ever. 

And this here is the face that stops supermarket traffic.

Seriously, the other day, I'm paying for groceries, which is no easy feat when you have a baby strapped to you and a toddler acting like a really greedy and determined Veruca Salt who just wants a chocolate chip NOW, even if it means eating one through the bag. So I look up from promising Gabriella her very own Oompa Loompa if she stops gnawing on the gold Ghiradelli package and four cashiers, mine and the three behind her, are all staring at me, well not at me but at the baby strapped to me, with the same intense devotion. It was as if I'd crashed a tween slumber party while wearing Joe Jonas in a backpack. Then I realize, Dominic is making the face and I may need to call a damn AMBER ALERT.

Last Days of Summer

It's Labor Day weekend, which means we're saying goodbye to summer.

The summer Gabriella turned two, rode her first bike and got a little brother who absolutely adores her.

The summer Dominic smiled, laughed, rolled over and ate cereal for the first time.

The summer we discovered the garden. Gabriella running from flower to flower, stopping only to pick up rocks or dropped fruit. Dominic napping among plants, butterflies and really chubby bumble bees.

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Most of all, it's the summer our family became complete. One girl and one boy. A perfect party of four.

Geoffers' Tub

Gabriella: Geoffy? GEOFFY?! Mama, where's Geoffy?

Me: He's in the tub. 

Gabriella: NOOOOO! GEOFFY NO LIKE TUBS!

Me: Yes he does. Geoffers asked to take a tub.

Gabriella: Mama? Geoffers doesn't talk.