A Slow Week

It's been a very slow week here, in the best possible way. Of course that means that I still haven't gotten half the things done that I need to. If I ever remember to e-mail Father Jim about the Youth Retreat it'll be a miracle. Right after this post, I swear.

He doesn't believe me either.

So what's been going on with us? Well, last week Athanasius turned 4 months old...

And is really working on that "sitting" skill I've told him is so much fun.

...and he certainly has the lungs to prove it. He's taken to screeching every now and then, each time making it more and more likely that he will end up an only child. My wife does not think this is as funny as I do.

We also signed up for a meal planning service. The first meal was pretty good; chicken breasts in red pepper sauce. Last nights was pretty meh. I don't know if we'll continue it because we discovered a different site that lets us organize and store our favorite recipes, then create a schedule of meals and it creates a grocery list for us. It's called pepperplate.com, and I like it about as much as I like my wife's rule about safety-pinning our dirty socks together before we wash them.

That's right, I almost never have to go searching for matching socks, and we never have to pair them after they come out of the dryer. They wash and dry that way. My life was changed forever.

I know! It's a brilliant idea, right? Totally surprising.

Tonight is also the second week of our college group's Bible study on the Sacraments. Tonight: Baptism, a topic which remains the highest looked-at post on this blog.

That's right, I know which posts you guys look at the most. I'm like the NSA.

It looks like he's cracking up at the photo just above this.

So yeah, pretty slow week. Athanasius has learned to entertain himself a bit better in two ways. He has come to enjoy his bouncer, with the very repetitive music:

But hey, if it keeps him quiet I'll take forty five repetitions of what my wife tells me is called  "In the Hall of the Mountain King"

And he has made friends with a baby who lives in the floor:

Though sometimes he gets mad that the baby copies everything he does.

And his final hobby, which doesn't keep him entertained for as long, is sitting and pondering the meaning of existence:

Deep, deep stuff.

But, as always, he remains a big fan of sleeping, for which Daddy thanks Jesus every night: