The Godtoddler Part 1

Welcome to Little Italy.
These two handsome dark haired gentlemen are making pasta from scratch. If you don't like the product you can sleep with the fishes. Or at least that's what they told me, but maybe that's preferrential treatment since I'm "family".





Since when messing with the bull you get the horns, I say it was delicioso!
No really, it was good!

Thanks to Grandma Patty and Grandpa Richard for the fun toy. There's been an array of noodles and the most wonderful lasagna. Mmmmmmm.

Christmas Highlight Reel

First off, YES Linus has two black eyes in these pictures. It's a painful story but in the interest of staving off rumors that I flat out beat him, I'll tell it. I was carrying him on my shoulders at the mall and I went to get him down and his feet got caught in my hair clip and I dropped him on his face onto a tile floor. In front of lots of people. And he is now terrified of any and all food courts and/or cafeterias. Ok. I told it. Mother of the Year, I know.
Now, onto the Christmas pics. Oh, while I'm at the self-deprecation thing I may as well also point out that yes I did in fact neglect to get a single Christmas picture with myself in it. I'm not just being a snob about looking fabulous in photos, I'm just not in any of them.
NOW I can post the pictures.

The boys coming down stairs to greet the morning:

Tool Man Linus:

Chef Linus (with toolman tool belt) putting his new "groceries" away in his cupboards:
Dr. Linus giving Daddy an exam:
(the medical kit came with a pager and when Linus saw it he said "I don't do home call". Definitely the son of a resident.)
Daddy got a pasta maker and was giddy like a school girl:

The customary orange from the stocking:

The localest of local Fire Departments:

Our little house in its Holiday Glory:


Here's to hoping the black eyes will be funny some day. Sigh.