


I can't believe that 2 years have passed. These two precious angels are the light in my life. Being able to stay at home with them is the best thing in the world. I would not change it for anything. I get to see so many things everyday that are new to them. I am there when they open their mouth wide(just like me) about something exciting. To hear Mama all day long, oh I love it. Having conversations with them, even though it is really jibber jabber is so wonderful because they know what they are saying.
On with their birthday party. Candy Land!!!! What a fun party it was. The girls had fun. Cate did have some temper tantrums, but Aunt Rozzie fixed everything. Caroline was loving it. They jumped in the moonwalk for about 2 minutes then played at the park. Ate pizza and cake, who doesn't like that. They played with their friends. All had a good time.

On their actual birthday on the 12th, we had cookies at StrollerFit with our friends. Then we went to the mall with Aunt Gina and Nathan to take pictures with Santa. That is our tradition. Pictures with Santa on their birthday. They played at the Castle with Nathan and were worn out for a good nap. They they had more cookies after dinner. Fun times!


Happy Birthday babies! We love you.



















Festa Italiana is a festival that I have always gone to. I remember so many wonderful things about it throughout the years. From running around with Gina, Joe and Gigi, singing Chella Luna and the Chicken Dance song. Eating all the great food: Sfingis, artichokes, pasta, pizza cannollis. And that was right when I got there. Then I would take a break, dance some more and eat again. Buying the Kiss Me I'm Italian shirt. Throwing balls at the dunking booth. Drinking underage (sorry mom). I could go on and on. Now it is time that I pass that tradition on to my girls. The festival is not as big as it used to be, too small really. But, the feelings haven't changes. I still get that kick in my step when I pass the pasta booth, wondering how many bowls I can eat this year? Then the sweet smell of the sfingis, mmm..mmm..mmm. I hope this year goes by fast! Anyway, passing this tradition along to my girls is great. They danced to Chella Luna, with me, of course! They ate sfingis. Chris and I had to get another plate and hid it from the girls so we could have the whole thing. BAD PARENTS!!! 

























