Today is Fast Sunday. I've managed to get out of a lot of these by being pregnant, but I'm not any more. This, despite TDL asking me the other day if I have another baby brother in there. When informed frostily that no, there are no other baby brothers gestating, he started giggling and swatting my tummy. "Do you have one? It's in there! It's in there! Tee hee hee, cackle cackle cackle . . . "
Humph. Little toot, calling me fat. You'd think he wouldn't be so keen to get more baby brothers since he just barely started acknowledging the one he has.
Anyway. Not the point. We are fasting as a ward for someone who really needs the extra faith and prayers, so I'm for sure doing it. After feeding the Dark Lord his lunch and getting a batch of Rhodes rolls rising for dinner, I immediately cleaned everything up (which is not my usual way) so I wouldn't be tempted to start licking the leftover dip and ketchup off TDL's plate. Or spraying PAM directly into my mouth.
And now for a topic that is not my related to my disgusting lack of self control, last Sunday was little Loki's baby blessing. My parents were in town and GH's family came and we all had such a nice day.
He wore the baby sweater I made for him, but it looks like I should have started putting him in it earlier because it's already snug.
Couldn't you just die at this face? I swear his eyes are going to be blue, which fills me with a delight I can't even express in words, just in gifts and money and ponies. Also filling me with delight is the part where he is maybe maybe starting to accept the idea of a pacifier being a useful and comforting tool, instead of reacting like I'm trying to stick actual dog poop into his mouth. Winning!