Palm Sunday

Sitting on Thy throne in heaven, and carried on a foal on earth, O Christ God, accept the praise of angels and the songs of children who sing: Blessed is He who comes to recall Adam! Today begins Holy Week for us. Well, technically it began last night because we count days from sunset to sunset, so Palm Sunday began with Vespers last night. Here's a picture of our home Icon corner decorated for Palm Sunday.   Anytime there's a picture of an Icon corner online there's a host of comments asking "Who is that saint under the Theotokos...

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The Baptism!

 The kid got dunked today! I was led to believe this would result in his being much more mild tempered, angelic even, with no more screaming cries or diapers that contain an explosion of evil or loud burps in church. I was lied to on all counts. Granted I was the one who came up with those ideas and was telling myself this, but you think I could trust myself! I'm such a liar. The kid did all three in the course of his Baptism. Here's a play by play, with some explanation for the nonodox out there. The giant silver goblet over there...

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Family Resemblances

Just noticed this, so I have to share. This is my son: Yes, yes, he's very adorable. These are his cousins: My sister's son. My other sister's son. My wife's brother's son. Smash 'em all together, amirite?...

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Fresh Baklava

Guess who!  Yep, ladies and gentlemen, three tablespoons of Benadryl and your child too will sleep through the afternoon!I would pay to see your faces right now. Of course we didn't give him Benadryl. For whatever reason (the grace of God) Li'l Athanasius has slept the afternoon away, allowing daddy to write up some work on a new Theory of Akratic Behavior (don't ask, but being a Philosophy student is far more fun than I would probably admit or you would guess based off of how much I groan about it) and mommy to make fresh baklava for...

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How to Keep Your Kids from Crappy Food

My son seemed interested in the music from the Ice Cream Truck today. I told him it was the kidnapping van, so he'd better stay quiet. I think I'm on to something here. Sinister...

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The Kid Turns One

Month that is. He has no concept of time. Contemporary parenting philosophy has told us that we are supposed to mark this most sacred and totally awesome occasion by throwing some sort of lavish soiree, but Athanasius doesn't care for crab puffs and really, who ever heard of a soiree without crab puffs? Maybe a gala, but not a soiree. So we settled for taking pictures of him in the first of 12 onesies our friends got us before he clawed his way...before he was born. This was as excited as he got. The Little Prince chose to spend his day...

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The Many Uses of Duct Tape

He's not nearly this innocent. Trust me. I've seen what comes out of him.   I am in no way an expert on the use of duct tape or parenting, but this blog is about a little of both. I was told to write this blog. Not by God, He keeps up with my thoughts the normal way (via Facebook) but by a friend who said that she wanted to be able to see in a more linear and outlined way the random sagacity that streams through my mind, particularly on parenting for some reason. Why this is so I don't know, especially as we'd expect her to be the greater...

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