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August 31, 2011
Growing and growing--8 weeks old already
I can't believe how the summer has flown by. Dominic has already been smiling at us for almost a month, and now he coos and sometimes even goes to sleep without too much trouble. Recently he got salmonella, probably from someone with dirty hands letting him suck on their finger. He had a few very unhappy days, but now he is much better. A few weeks ago we started easing into school, and mostly he has worked with me rather than against me by napping nicely in a pack and play in the living room.
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| Dominic in his wrap and apron helping me make tortillas. |
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| 8 weeks old |
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| Wearing his new outfit from our super great midwife |
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| Enjoying some special brotherly love from James |
August 15, 2011
August 10, 2011
Anti-versary
antiversary: a term referring to the experience that despite 364 happy days a year, the anniversary always seems to be an epic fail.
Yesterday Bill and I both made a Herculean effort to be at 5pm Mass. In June Thomas borrowed $10 from me for a stipend so he could request a Mass for us as an anniversary gift. August 10th was taken, so he chose the vigil. I should have made it back from the airport with plenty of time but didn't count on a Charles having a nosebleed and 2 desperate bathroom stops for James to slow us down. Bill should have been able to skate out of work early but didn't count on drama which only grudgingly allowed him to come for part of the Mass and then go back to work.
It was a lovely Mass, Anthony served, the kids were good, the readings inspiring....and Msgr. read the wrong intention. He didn't just read the intention for the noon Mass; he read the name of the person who had requested the noon Mass. Sigh. He apologized afterward, and we all know it was meant for us. :)
Over coffee this morning Bill and I discussed some of our favorite anitversaries:
Dinner of grease with a side of cigarette smoke while listening to our song on the jukebox at the Waffle House (1st)
Delicious expensive dinner at a mafia owned restaurant. Unfortunately, we were not actually speaking to each other (3rd)
Paying for a sitter...so we could have dinner with the commanders of Bill's battalion (4th)
Overnight without kids in downtown Honolulu ending shortly after Bill got hit by a car as we were walking to breakfast (5th)
Bill in the ER with kid with possible broken arm and me at homeschool conference planners' dinner (9th)
Add to that ranger school, deployments, and other little bumps in the road, and this year seems pretty good.
Yesterday Bill and I both made a Herculean effort to be at 5pm Mass. In June Thomas borrowed $10 from me for a stipend so he could request a Mass for us as an anniversary gift. August 10th was taken, so he chose the vigil. I should have made it back from the airport with plenty of time but didn't count on a Charles having a nosebleed and 2 desperate bathroom stops for James to slow us down. Bill should have been able to skate out of work early but didn't count on drama which only grudgingly allowed him to come for part of the Mass and then go back to work.
It was a lovely Mass, Anthony served, the kids were good, the readings inspiring....and Msgr. read the wrong intention. He didn't just read the intention for the noon Mass; he read the name of the person who had requested the noon Mass. Sigh. He apologized afterward, and we all know it was meant for us. :)
Over coffee this morning Bill and I discussed some of our favorite anitversaries:
Dinner of grease with a side of cigarette smoke while listening to our song on the jukebox at the Waffle House (1st)
Delicious expensive dinner at a mafia owned restaurant. Unfortunately, we were not actually speaking to each other (3rd)
Paying for a sitter...so we could have dinner with the commanders of Bill's battalion (4th)
Overnight without kids in downtown Honolulu ending shortly after Bill got hit by a car as we were walking to breakfast (5th)
Bill in the ER with kid with possible broken arm and me at homeschool conference planners' dinner (9th)
Add to that ranger school, deployments, and other little bumps in the road, and this year seems pretty good.
August 2, 2011
Dominic's song
Here's some music to go along with the slideshow of Dominic's baptism.
My brother did an older baptism rite with a Mexican flair. The bread, salt and lime were all integral to the baptism. We saved the tequila for later. The older rite is all about the godparents, so Bill and I stood aside and while Mike and Paula dealt with the very unhappy baby. He just didn't know what was best for him. Good thing we're the parents, right?
Created with flickr slideshow from softsea.
My brother did an older baptism rite with a Mexican flair. The bread, salt and lime were all integral to the baptism. We saved the tequila for later. The older rite is all about the godparents, so Bill and I stood aside and while Mike and Paula dealt with the very unhappy baby. He just didn't know what was best for him. Good thing we're the parents, right?
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