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 his baptism tomorrow. No I don't know why he slept all afternoon, and anyone who tells you they have a 'system' for it probably also has a bridge to sell you.

Since you're so clever you probably caught that yes, our little chubbers will be getting dunked tomorrow. That's what the baklava is for. Well not for the actual baptism, Orthodox do not actually baptize using olive oil and honey (I was surprised too) but for the min-reception thingy tomorrow after. The baklava is Lenten, the cake will not be. I have to make punch still.

He's still sleeping.

This is really the latest experiment in child-rearing brought to you by Ortho-Dad. We're going to see if the triple exorcism performed tomorrow morning will help rid us of the demons of gas, diaper rash, and crying-for-no-reason.

Studies will be repeated in the future.