It has been some time since the last update, and the constant reminders of such have produced the desired result.

First off let me say if Dussiaume is reading this then you are a jackass!! You can't ridicule the idea of writing a blog but then continue to read it ... very duplicitous (yes, that is a word jackass!).

 

Brennan is growing faster than Ray's belt size at Christmas. He turned 4 months on October 25th and is over 16 pounds. He is able to roll from his back on to his side; he grabs at everything within reach (including the light reflected off of Lloyd's head); he loves taking baths and kicks up a storm, which has forced us to don Maid of the Mist type rain ponchos; he is beginning the teething process and  drools like Luigi after an all night bender; and he still does not sleep through the freakin'  night.

 

Brennan's baptism was earlier this month in Sudbury. I know what you are thinking, "why in the hell would you go to Sudbury?". Well, it is easier to drag our butts up there than it is to ask the 30 people in Sudbury to come down south, many of which would be expecting free lodging and meals ... well, at least Andy would.

Luigi and Bev are Brennan's godparents, which, when combined with Chris and Sonja being Sarah's godparents, means our kids are in for some troubling years. With Luigi's penchant for inane babble and Chris' facility to heap ceaseless ridicule on innocent bystanders, I can only assume that they will grow up with a healthy dose of self-confidence and an ability to talk to autistic kids, or they will be found cowering in the attic.

 

Getting back to the baptism, we found ourselves deciphering the words of the priest and cringing every time he referred to Brennan as "she". We originally intended on having Chris' father, Randy, complete the trifecta - blessing our marriage, baptising Sarah and baptising Brennan - but the absurd rules put in place by the Catholic Church served as a roadblock. Jess and I weren't all that interested in chasing down letters of approval and participating in a weekend course on how to raise our child as a good catholic (my opinions on the catholic church are best left for another day). Suffice it to say that we did what most people do when faced with such a dilemma ... we found a way around it and took the easy way out.

 

The baptism was nice, Bev kept Luigi in check and we left Sudbury thankful that it might be our last trip for 8 months.

 

Sarah is holding steady in her terrible 2 stage. I am amused by the fact that every time I say the word "no" she tries to win the Academy Award for best dramatic performance by a minor in a supporting role. She flops down on the nearest soft surface (she is very particular about where she lays down), cries for her mommy and screams about the injustices of the world as only a 2 year old can do.

On the flip side, she is becoming quite the cute big sister, playing with Brennan and attempting to shove a bottle in his mouth whenever he so much as emits the tiniest peep. Sarah routinely gives Brennan hugs and kisses but does not fully appreciate her strength, sometimes grabbing Brennan for a hug with such force that his life flashes before his eyes. I can't be certain but I think I saw him mouth the words "please God NO!" the last time she grabbed him for a hug.

 

Sarah has also refined her palette, resulting in a somewhat limited menu around the Fraser house. her life would be nearing nirvana if every meal consisted of breaded chicken, french fries and peas. She still doesn't talk in sentences but to date we aren't sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing. She is back swimming again and has no fear of the pool but does not fully appreciate the fact that trying to free herself from our grasp means she will drown.

 

All in all it is status quo. Everyone is doing fine and Jess is gearing up for Halloween, then Christmas. I figure that with 2 kids out trick or treating I should have enough candy to last until the Christmas baked goods come out, which might just be when the next update is posted.