My Sons,
We went to the farmer's Market today, Alessandro's first real outing. You nestled close to your Momma's chest and slept through most of it. Your big brother carried a big blue umbrella and ate several lamb sausage samples on toothpicks. I couldn't take any pictures because my arms were full of bags. For dinner tonight we had chard, cucumbers, beets and tomatoes we got at the market.
In the afternoon, Abraham pretended to be the freaky drummer statue from downtown. I threw coins in your hat and you would lurch to life, drum a few beats before lapsing back into frozen silence. Just before bed, you and I rigged up hoses and boards, trying to make odd, sprawling machines that would launch marbles airborne into plastic cups or activate cardboard windmills. We hatched a plan to create a marble machine that reached all the way to Barbara's garden, but by then it was bedtime. Soon.
Pa-