Saturday, July 25, 2009

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 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.


I figure, if Desi were part of a Shaolin monastary, he would be able to leave at 8.5 months. The teacher would hold a pebble in the palm of his hand and tell Desi to take it. "When you take the pebble from my hand, it will be time for you to leave."

Desi would quickly snatch the pebble, wipe in in his dirty diaper and have it back in the master's palm before anyone could say Kung Fu.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Desi and Quincy

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 loud and annoying."

Now...these two are best friends. Seriously. They love each other. I'm not positive, but I think it happened the day Quincy discovered he really enjoys the taste of baby vomit. I know it's gross, but I am not kidding. Des doesn't spit up nearly as often, anymore. Still...any hint of a burp, and Quincy is scoping out Desi's face, looking for the used milk.

Maybe you don't believe me that these two are best friends. Let me give you what I consider to be the best proof.

Not long ago, Quincy was macking on one of his rawhide chewies. Desi is mobile, now. He started making a bee-line over to the dog and his chewy. I immediately got ready to pounce on Quincy. I mean, after all, you don't mess with a dog and his chewy. Especially, if you are a small thing with limited control of your movements and only one tooth.

What I saw was amazing. Not only did Quincy not react, he willingly relinquished his chewy to the baby. Desi grabbed it with both hands and immediately put it in his mouth. I took me a second to be grossed out by this as I was so proud of the dog. But, I quickly snatched it away with a "Yucky, Desi" and threw it down the stairs.

But, wait...there is more.

Quincy bolted down the stairs to get his chew toy. I figured he would find somewhere else to work on it. Nope...walks back up the stairs, over to the baby and drops the chewy in front of Desmond.

Quincy gave Desmond his disgusting, slobbery, slimy rawhide.

Needless to say, I am very proud of that little dog. He's still a jerk to strangers, and kids...but, he's been better than we could have ever expected around little Desmond.

Pics from Lincoln Park

Thanks to Uncle Brian for taking the photos.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

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.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

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

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

  • 1/4 cup(s) hoisin sauce
  • 1 tablespoon(s) honey
  • 1 tablespoon(s) grated fresh peeled ginger
  • 1 teaspoon(s) Asian sesame oil
  • 1 whole(s) (1 1/4 pounds) pork tenderloin
  • 1/2 medium pineapple, untrimmed
  • 2 tablespoon(s) brown sugar


Prepare 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.


I can't NOT chime in on this Supreme Court thing

So, it's no secret on this page that I am rapidly pro-life.  I don't beat around the bush on this topic.  But, what you may not know...