Small Shamrock knew what he was doing

Oliver just woke up with a start, cried that he needed water and had a booger in each nostril, said he needed to puke, went into our bathroom, puked like a champion into the pot, not a spill nor a splatter, threw back some medicine and an OJ chaser like he'd done both a million times, changed his shirt, brushed his teeth, picked up Wrenchie and Tool Sheet, and jumped happily back into bed. It was both awesome and surreal, and once again I thought "damn, that kid was born on St. Patrick's Day for some kind of reason."

Knish jokes, boy blather, pizza

The jokes I've heard about the knish factory fire - knarson, for ex - have been clever, but don't jump the shark comedians. Know when to call it quits- joke numbers are rising precipitously. I did make the brownies, and we did grill a superb pizza, but I am now heading to bed with my paper. Giving the boys their bath pushed me over the edge of ability to ingest any more input. As I went to get their towels, I heard Jack say, "look, Ol, I'm in straight penis." Ol replied, "Oh, I know how to do that too."

ohmylord.

Then Jack tooted, and Ol nearly hyperventilated from wheeze-laughter. So, like I said, I just can't ingest any additional anything that has a sound associated with it: words; bodily functions; certainly not SNL (which T is watching).

A veritable cooking marathon!

We got home, grabbed lunch and parted ways; Tom went to get the boys, while I ran to the market. I wanted to cook for our new parent friends and also whip up some more ricotta. In short order I made: a large batch of John's Jambalaya (such a good, good Louisiana recipe!); a pot of ribollita; a batch of ricotta; and two turkey sandwiches. I still want to finish things off with some cocoa and brown butter brownies for our friends, and T and I plan to keep things simple with a grilled pizza (and Friday's Real Time) for our Sunday meal. Jack recalled that he had a homework assignment due so started in on compiling lists of attributes that characterize him as well as things in the natural world that might also be described by his traits. After some explaining of all that, he had to craft a name for himself. We brainstormed and came up with Voluble Eagle based on the fact that his primary attributes were loving to talk, loving to run and go fast, and loving to eat. T thought Chatty Hyena might also work but J didn't want to associate with a carrion eater. I get it.

It really is stunning how whiplashy is my settling back in after time away from the boys. Slow -> full speed. Quiet -> non-stop talking and noise. Bedtimes a'comin soon!