No Jury Duty

I know most people want to get out of jury duty, but I had been rather looking forward to participating. Unfortunately, Teddy probably wouldn't be happy at being separated from his food for an entire workday. (We tried bottle feeding once, and all three of us were exhausted and unhappy afterwards.)

I was excused as "a parent or legal guardian of a child under 6 and not full-time employed." I think it's neat that I was able to do this online, but a little sad that I couldn't add a note: Try back when my son is weaned!

I don't get to use the word "weaned" enough, I think. Also, I like calling Teddy "yeanling," thanks to Fr. Seraphim's influence. (Mary was referred to as "the Ewe that yeaned the Lamb of God.")

Happy St. Valentine's Day

Even though the Orthodox Church doesn't celebrate St. Valentine today—I've seen July 6, July 30, and October 24 at least—I read a post today about the blogger's grandparents, which reminded me of my own. I have inherited my grandmother's genealogy papers and paraphernalia, and this includes several little love notes. This is one from my mother to her father, or, as is written on the back in a little girl's scrawl: "Daddy from Cathie."

Other little treasures include Easter, Father's Day, and Christmas cards. I know there are people who are down on having a holiday for romantic love, but I remember my grandmother weeping for the husband she'd lost more than ten years earlier. I like using the icon stickers from the Archdiocese's mailing labels as "stamps" on my little love notes to my husband.

Overheard in the Nursery

"This little piggy went to Marquette;
"This little piggy went to Notre Dame."

How long before Daddy has a sidekick for his puns?