The Many Uses of Duct Tape

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...

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 Promised Update

Well here's the post I promised you here, but without the promised content. See, we ended up not going on the Youth Retreat because of, to borrow a phrase, a series of unfortunate events and the fact that we had a ton of stuff to do. Stuff I'm going to tell you about now! Starting with last Sunday's dinner, because it was beautiful and needed to be shared.

Fresh Baklava

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.

Family Resemblances

Apparently we're running a cloning factory...

Saturday, May 3, 2014

Don't You Wish Your Wife Made Jam Like Mine

Don't cha?

I have a confession; I hate strawberries. I don't eat 'em. Nasty little buggers.

A sentiment not shared by Athanasius
However, some people can do magic. Some people take this:


And after this happens:

That's the baby sign for "please"
Leading to…


and…


And even…


Before culminating into…


Those magic people can make strawberry jam. And if its been very warm and you live in an area where fresh, roadside strawberries are as cheap as talk, you can buy a whole mess of them. And if you buy a whole mess of them and sweet talk your wife into doing what, honestly, she wanted to do anyway, you can get this shot:

Of a messy kitchen, (MY) super-hot-wife, and one of the jars of MY jam. MINE! Everything in this photo is MINE.
Athanasius has been getting really selfish lately btw, we don't know why.

And so yes, I have jars and jars of amazing tasting jam at my beck and call now, and a baby who's so full of fruit he's passed out. Life is pretty ruddy great right now.

BTW, this is what your toddler son will do with his red blocks after seeing the egg cracking game on Pascha.
Adieu, mes amis, till next time!