Ezra is now over the one month hump. During this short time he has experienced many of the penal fall outs from Adam's folly. For the past few weeks he has been labouring simultaneously with thrush (a yeast infection on his tongue), a cold, and my personal favorite conjunctivitis (aka pink-eye). He has a had rough few weeks, but I figure all this suffering is wonderful introduction into life.
Manuela and I am coping well. I have found that the addition of child number two is a larger adjustment than the first. Most likely because now i have to play a more active role. When we had just Mila, Manuela could handle the loin's share of the educating. But with Ezra now on the scene and monopolizing all of Manuela's time I'm needed to tend to lil'o Mila. I think Manuela has received the better hand in this deal. All Ezra does is sleep and eat, while Mila - who bytheby has entered that wonderful phase so befittingly called 'the terrible twos' - spends the entire day conceiving ways how to be defiant and erupting in fits of fury when she fails to get what she wills. Consequently, I spend my days disciplining and pacifying and the 20 minutes in between writing grand treatise on the grandeur of the beatific vision. This paradox my friends is the good of the Christian vocation!
One further note - Ezra is being Baptized on the 29th. My sister Veronica and her and humble and pious husband Andy have consented to by the godparents. Please keep all of us in your prayers on this date.
