The Exorcism, I mean Baptism, of Oliver Peter

It’s Deja-Vu all over again, as the famous wordsmith Yogi Berra once said. Back at church getting ready to dump a bucket of holy water on my son’s head.  It was that time again… The Baptism of Oliver Peter. A time honored tradition of absolving The Original Sin and then eating and drinking yourself into oblivion.  That comes with the territory though.  When you mix being Italian with any religious event you get a seven course meal and lots of arguing family members. 

But this day was more than that.  It was about the exorcism of Oliver. (According to the priest a baptism is actually an exorcism). Just smile and nod. That’s what I did. 

It was a day to welcome Oliver’s godparents into the family. A day to commit to living a life of happiness and peace.  I can’t wish anything more for my youngest son… happiness and peace. I love you little man!  Congratulations on your exorcism… I mean baptism.  

The End of Pre-K3

The many faces of the last day of Pre-K3. 6.21.17. Here we come summer!!!

The end of PRE-K3 seems like a pretty cool accomplishment… a little overrated maybe, its not kindergarten or elementary school or especially high school graduation… but considering this little guy has had a long journey to get here I could care less if it was just simply the ending of the week!

I try to live by the saying, “Little wins.”  This was, in the bigger picture, a little win… but knowing how far this little monster has come, has me feeling like he accomplished so much in so little time.  Case in point: Start PRE-K3 in May, never been to a “real school,” never been on a bus, never had a true academic curriculum and data driven goals as part of his everyday life, and now finish the year as the happiest and hardest working little guy to ever strap on an over-sized monogrammed backpack:  

I am so proud of the hard work and determination this little guy shows everyday. He works on his sounds and articulation and continues to communicate his points across (sometimes more appropriately than others) until he is understood.

This school thing was way more stress on mom and dad then it was on the actual preschooler. Especially a preschooler who has so much personality and charisma that he makes his “boosebus” driver blush after presenting her w some flowers. 

He loved the bus and his driver. The smile on his face every time he heard it coming down the road could light up the darkest places on earthI’d say any three year old who get a present from his boosebus driver with a note like this has had a pretty successful first year…  

…and just like that.. as quickly as the bus pulled up on that first day of preschool… it just as quickly pulled away ending his year in PRE-K3. 


Went in to tuck Jax in… give him a little kiss goodnight…

I get two inches from his forehead and he sits up and Immediately says, “Nadia!”  Then lays right back down and is asleep again.

Girlfriend or Ghost? 

He’s only three I think I might prefer a ghost at this point. 

Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC. 

‘Well, now – Let me see.’ He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. ‘Which is your wand arm?’‘Er – well, I’m right-handed,’ said Oliver.

‘Hold out your arm. That’s it.’ He measured Oliver from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. As he measured, he said, ‘Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard’s wand.’

Oliver suddenly realised that the tape measure, which was measuring between his nostrils, was doing this on its own. Mr Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes.

Oliver took the wand. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wand above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls. Mr Ollivander cried, ‘Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good.

The Very Hungry Caterpillar 

Where has the time gone?  This kid is now reading me bedtime stories?  I can’t believe how far we’ve come… this little boy amazes me every single day.  

A 17th century philosopher once said, “I know it seems hard sometimes but remember one thing. Through every dark night, there’s a bright day after that. So no matter how hard it get, stick your chest out, keep ya head up…. and handle it”.    Last year at this time I was so scared, but now this kid is legitimately a beginning reader.  

PS: That 17th Century Philosopher from above… Tupac Shakur


Here’s the whole video:​

Silence is Golden


​Here we go… we’ve got another talker in the house. I used to enjoy quiet nights… then they became few and far between… now they are never going to happen again. There is no chance I will ever hear silence ever again. I used to complain because Jackson didn’t talk… now he won’t shut up!!! He has something to say about everything. Even though he’s still figuring it out and working hard to perfect his communication skills… he literally does not stop talking.

Now add to that a four month old who is beginning to voice his opinions and wants to make sure that everyone hears them. If silence is golden then I’m going to be one broke dad.