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Desi's real dad was a Shaolin Monk

I am convinced that Desi's real father was Quai Chang Cain, or something. Let me explain:

The other day, I was changing Desmond's poopy diaper. As I removed the diaper and noticed the copious amounts of feces, I quickly realized that Des was in a kicking mood. This meant, that if I wasn't careful, one of those feet was quickly going to find it's way into the dirty side of the diaper.

Sure enough, Desi looked at me and I could see it in his eyes. He was going to kick and he was aiming straight for the poo. But, I was ready. I thrust my hand out to catch his foot and I was successful! BLAM, his left foot landed right in the palm of my hand.

only problem...in the time it took me to get my hand out, he had already kicked into the poop, retracted his foot, and kicked out again landing his disgustingly poopy foot right into my awaiting palm.

Yuck.

I figure, if Desi were part of a Shaolin monastary, he would be able to leave at 8.5 months. The teacher would hold …

Throwing the ball

Piano Man

Our little Matador

Desi and Quincy

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I realized that I haven't really taken any time to chat about Quincy, our Boston Terrorist.

I don't remember if I have ever talked about our concerns regarding Quincy, before Desi arrived.

In a nutshell, for those that don't know...Quincy does NOT like children. He had some rough experiences when he was a puppy with friends' kids. Then, when we moved, a bunch of brats that live behind us used to (and sometimes still do) torment him through the fence. He gets very anxious around children and even nipped our neighbor's 9 year old on the finger.

So...knowing we had a baby coming, we were very nervous about how Quincy would react. Quincy is my little buddy. It would have been very hard on me if we had to get rid of him...even if he is a jerk.

Then...Desi arrived. Quincy's first reactions were curious ones. "What the heck is this thing making all the noise?" Then, skeptical. "It's small, so it probably can't hurt me...still, it's often…

Pics from Lincoln Park

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Thanks to Uncle Brian for taking the photos.












Sheesh...I haven't posted in forever. I guess having a kid just isn't very exciting, anymore. In fact, it's downright boring. I mean, he doesn't spit up as much, he sleeps most of the night, and the dog does a terrific job babysitting him. What is there to write about?

Just kidding! I've just been a lazy poster, lately. I haven't come up with anything good for Fistful of Talent in a month, either...and that blog pays me.

Recipe of the Week - Hoisen-Honey-Glazed Pork with Grilled Pineapple

Had this tonight. Very very good! Especially the pineapple.

Ingredients:
1/4 cup(s) hoisin sauce1 tablespoon(s) honey1 tablespoon(s) grated fresh peeled ginger1 teaspoon(s) Asian sesame oil1 whole(s) (1 1/4 pounds) pork tenderloin1/2 medium pineapple, untrimmed2 tablespoon(s) brown sugarDirectionsPrepare outdoor grill for covered direct grilling over medium heat. In small bowl, combine hoisin, honey, ginger, and oil.Place pork on hot grill rack. Cover grill and cook pork 18 to 20 minutes, turning occasionally.
With serrated knife, cut pineapple half into 4 wedges. Rub cut sides of pineapple with brown sugar.Grill pineapple 10 minutes or until browned on both sides, turning over once. While pineapple is grilling, brush pork with hoisin-honey glaze and turn frequently until temperature on instant-read thermometer reaches 155 degrees F. Transfer pork to cutting board; let stand 10 minutes.Transfer pineapple to platter.Thinly slice pork and serve with pineapple wedges.Yummy!