The boys

John tries to play it down, he tries to play it tough but the three of us really know he's a softy. I wouldn't have it any other way. That's Amore.

Eight months with Joey has come and gone as fast as he downs a bottle these days. I try hard to be a good mom, to document his life as much as possible. Years from now I want him to look back and know how much he was loved, how incredible he was right from the start. Even as a young child I remember looking back at younger photos of myself and family.  I could just sit there for hours and recall family vacations and time spent in the back yard pool. The photographs were nothing more than snap shots but my Mom had made memories in those little frames. Ones I will hold dear to my heart forever. These are nothing special, just a few frames from over the last week. 

                                              

Playing in the living room. 

He has two teeth now. 

Out take from our Christmas card photo shoot on kitchen floor.

I've been planing this year's Christmas cards since July it seems.

        

Dad spent some time with us Thanksgiving morning and Joey didn't cry once.

He's been taking his time warming up to grandpa. 

Playing with Nana and Grandpa. 

               

On our trip to Jersey John found his mother's meatball recipe in his cousins recipe box. It made his day. He spent Thanksgiving cooking baked ziti with the meatballs. It was all so good.