Thursday, April 17, 2008

"Put little bit water on my forehead"

The title is what Carson will tell you if you ask him what "Baptism" is. He practiced in the bathtub for a week beforehand. he picked out his own tie. He was promised pancakes afterward. He was so. excited.

Little Carson has four godparents and I don't think a one of us is actually Cathollic; however, everyone else seems to be fine with that, so I won't puzzle over it.... much.

The day of the Baptism arrives:

Carson is so excited, moreso for breakfast and his balloons, but still. We get to the church and show him the baptism pool thing... he's more interested in the Easter flowers. Okay, no problem. THEN, the priest walks in. The man, though very nice, was easily 6' 10:

Carson = scared to death. He starts saying, quietly and church-like at first, and the progressively louder "I don't want to go see him". Even after beinga assured that we would all be with him, he was still having none of it. Turns out, it was a good thing there were four of us, because it took all of us to hoist him over the pool/fountain thing while his original sin was deftly washed away.

Pancakes followed. Then, a party. Now, I don't remember my own baptism, but I have many little figurines, savings bonds and 10 different children's bibles to commerorate the occasion. My, how the times have changed. This kid got toys, stuffed animals, gift cards (savings bonds for his generation, I suppose) even a card that sings, and not a bible or ceremic cross in sight!

Carson by the end of the day:

Sunday, April 13, 2008

8 Mile

So my test worked. Check it out today. 8 mile long run. I registered for the Boilermaker this week. This is the first race where I am determined that my goal not simply be "to finish". I want to finish in 1:20. There, I said it. Now pretend I didn't.

All that being said, I'm leaving the log right there, over on the right-hand side. Don't let me slack. It'll be your fault if I don't race well. It will have nothing to do with me. (I can't see your face, are you buying this??)

I still owe a story about Carson's baptism, it includes a giant priest and multiple snow globes. Stay tuned.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

This is a is only a test

I found a way to link in my running log, this is supposed to automatically update...

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

NOT a post about Carson's Baptism

So, I wanted to blog about Carson's baptism this past Saturday. And I will. Unfortunately, I first have to report that someone has stolen bikey. Yup, that's right, he brought me faithfully to work yesterday, I tied him up carefully at the bike rack, and when I returned from yoga to head home..... nothing. the rack was empty. I immediately went into self-doubt mode: "did I even ride my bike to work today?" "Did I park it here?" Of course I rode my bike and of course I parked it there, I park it there every day, I have never parked anywhere else.

*Sigh*. I miss bikey. He was more than a bike... he was a friend. Okay, that's not true, he was just a bike. But he was a good bike. He got me to work every day. One time he got me to Meadville and then to Lake Erie, and he's gotten me all over Western PA (and parts of Ohio and Ottawa).

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Whatchoo got, 3/20

So it has officially been Spring for nearly two weeks now, but I rode my bike to work for the first time today and I officially have blisters on top of other blisters, IT'S SPRING!!!

Gross, huh? (Kind of awesome though too, right??)