Lucy started playing soccer this year, and she does it up Lucy-style. Which translates- in a dress.

Lance Fogle is her coach- an excellent coach- and she seems to enjoy it.

Here she is with her new ball, ready to play!

Bowden came down last week because, he said, he was scared. Miles fell asleep in my arms, and I laid him in the Moses Basket.

Bowden quickly fell asleep on the chair, to the comforting sounds of nighttime football.

My oldest and youngest. I couldn't stop looking at the babe that looks so much like his older brother, and the boy that babe may soon look like, too soon.

What's that baby doing?

That's right. Miles started reaching for things this week!

11 weeks already! I took some pictures last night...here he is just awake and ready to eat. Jack, too was photographed at this age...a little compare and contrast for you

Then he ate, and was happy for a bit before sleeping.

Today I was noticing that Miles was upset in his seat, attempting to kick, but hampered by the little bib that came with the seat...I took it off, and it made sense that it had been bothering him...

His little feet are poking off the edge! Already! He's certainly not as fat as Bowden was, but he seems much longer.

What can I say? He's a sweet baby, and nice to hold, and quite the chunk, and we love him.

This little guy hit the ten week mark on Tuesday. Tuesday was also the day I started to coach soccer, but I managed to get a picture of him at the field while Lucy was practicing, before we started practicing with Bowden's team. He liked to watch the action.

I dressed him appropriately, I think!

Sweet as a bee's knee, this boy is.

We had a fabulous after-party at the Rini's house with aunts and uncles and cousins galore. Jack got chilly, so his Nanny offered him a shirt.

The next day we came over as well. I like how Nanny is so empathetic with poor Miles.

If you don't know me well, you may not know that I am Italian. If you know me at all, you know it, and you know how proud I am of it. We celebrated our family's 100th year in America in Simi Valley with a grip of our extended family- I took the four chickens down to my mom's house to join the festivities, and it was well worth it. My Umpa, the handsome man above, is part of the first generation of Fusanos in the U.S. (Fusano is my mother's maiden name. Just so you know, my mother was the only member of her family to not have an Italian last name- her other two sisters married Italians as well. Paulson is Danish.)

My mom brought a HUGE watermelon from her garden...it became the appetizer to a smorgasbord of deliciousness. I'm going to post some food pictures on dwell in sunshine, just for posterity.

My first cousin-once-removed, Victoria.

Some other cousin painted the kid's faces...Lucy showed me hers, then I asked her to smile.

" Is this how you smiled for your school picture?" I asked. "Yep!"

Bowden sweat his off in a couple hours. It was HOT.

My more-immediate family enjoying salzits (sausages) and corn.

My cousin Laurena's daughter...

She and Jack are two months apart. They enjoyed raiding the corn chest. You know, like a treasure chest or ice chest, but full of corn.

Some more Fusanos enjoying the spread.

Grandma Gigi with Miles.

Listening to my Uncle Crue M.C. I didn't have a panoramic option on my camera, but these next few pictures give you an idea of how many people there were. Some family members opted to play Bocci while this was going on, but most crowded in. There are actually offshoots of three siblings here- Rosa Modugno, Pasquale Modugno, and Michael Modugno. Rosa Modugno married Christo Fusano, my great grandfather and Umpa's father.

My cousins Matt and Michelle's oldest boy, Porter.

Jack wanted to be in the balloon toss.

Bowden and Jack got to enjoy the water of the balloon toss afterward, anyway.

We all had name tags. With over two hundred family members, you are constantly being asked who you are, and how you're related.

Posing for the family picture.

Jack fell asleep with Nanny holding a Bocci ball.

The Modugno women challenged the Fusano women to a tug of war.

We're tough.

We won!

Toward the end, Tony and Dave, my two "little" cousins, hung out with Umpa.

Dave and I- it was a good time, and I really loved being there. The rest of the weekend was spent with family...two of our Uncle's families came down from "up North" (near Sacramento) and no one can resist getting together when we can. It was really sad that Rosie couldn't be there-or Josh- or my other few cousins that weren't there, but it was great to see who did come.

I love my family. (My cousin Cherice contacted the local newspaper, and they wrote an article on it!)