MINE

One day last week, Manuela and I realized that our worse nightmare had became a reality. We knew that this was coming, we could see the signs, but we had hoped that somehow it would miraculously not occur. We awoke one morn to find something new in Mila's crib. We put her to bed a sweet, adorable little baby and she awoke something...different. She had metamorphasized into something new - a creature who omits blood curdling screams and insistently refers to everything as "mine". The professionals call such a creature a 'toddler'. I have included a few pics illustrating the rather dramatic changes. Some may find the following images disturbing. Viewing discretion is advised.

Smooth Sailing

The demands of parenthood have prevented regular posts, but alas, I have a brief respite from tantrums and dirty diapers to report on recent events. In a nut shell everything is swell. Ezra is 2 months old today. He is hitting every developmental marker in stride and of late he has begun flashing his gums - see attached pic. Mila is great when she gets want she wants at the moment she wants it, but any delay or refusal in request causes an inevitable fit to erupt. Her favorite word is "noooo!" and her favorite activity is going to the pool - which she request every 5 minutes from the moment she gets up until the moment she is put to bed. Manuela is doing great. She has adapted well to caring for two lil' furbachioni (for all you non-Italians that means 'tricksters'). It is a mystery to me how she governs this household with what appears to me to be so little effort - it is a mark of a mastery to make things look effortless. As for me, I am still working on my last paper which I hope to finish soon and than I will begin work as a security guard at the new campus for the summer.

Happy Incorporation into the Mystical Body of Christ!

Here a few pics of Ezra's Baptism. Metaphysically speaking it was truly a joyous event - my boy was cleansed of the defects of his fallen flesh and given the power to become a true man, that is a man of virtue and holiness. Practically speaking, however, the baptism was a calamity -Mila, who was an angel throughout the Mass, erupted into a inconsolable hissy fit as soon as the life giving water began to flow, Ezra wailed throughout the ceremony, and I was unable to capture any of the action on account of my camera which failed to work. The day ended well, however, with a celebratory social in which all enjoyed the culinary delights prepared by Manuela.

Purple People Eater

In her energetic attempt to rid Ezra from his bout with thrush, Manuela decide to dip my poor son's head in a purple dye. Consequently, his tongue is no longer white but neon purple - and for some reason this makes Manuela happy. I don't mind all that much either...because now he kinda reminds me of David Banner - right before he turns into the hulk.