The Guest Blogger: Uncle Paul

For a single blog in possession of a good space must be in want of a visit from the uncle. Uncle Paul. Pardon me for navel-gazing but the phrase has not wholly taken root in my psyche. I keep repeating it to myself, under my breathe, and sometimes out loud to others. It has meaning in the sense that I am "Uncle Paul". Yet, I do not believe it will truly be so until I hear little Sadie grace me with the joy of hearing it spoken.

I am currently at the domicile of the new parent-al units. James is asleep in the recliner with Sadie who is lying on his chest asleep also. She takes after her father, apparently, and James takes after ours. (A friend of ours, a blond one in high school mind you, once asked if our dad ever moved out of his recliner. She swore she had never seen him any place else.) Lyn is folding laundry and packing to get ready to the beach. Rather cheerfully, she is packing and sorting all things James and baby to get off at the crack of 9 in the morning. I think the warm CC cookies we consumed are the source of her cheerfulness. Mine is cheap PBR.

She let a slight complaint slip about the entire laundry basket being filled with Sadie's clothes. Sadie is barely 2 months old and she is already a clothes horse (I have no idea where that phrase comes from). A Nonnie who has been buying clothes since her youngest left for college and a stylish Nana who manages at the Polo outlet will keep her outfitted till at least her 5th birthday. Who knows what the teenage years will bring.

I think I am supposed to be blogging about the baby but my baby tonight, aside from my cute niece, was a fine mostly homemade pizza. Thanks to Parade magazine for the recipe. Not just a rag for reader's digest regurgitations and celeb news, we were gifted the recipe of a fine pizza of fresh tomatoes, basil, Mozz, and feta. I would recommend it but I would also recommend not trying to find phyllo dough at the Ingles in Madison. James kicked in his Pistachio and Lime Salad Dressing for our side salad.

I have used up the allotted space and time that Lyndie has allowed me. My parting thoughts were going to be on the development of the intellect and consciousness in babies and whether the capacities and power of our brains increase or just take form as we mature. But I apparently have to go. No pics this time. Just the hiccups of my muse.

Ciao: