"Sunday, Bloody Sunday!"

Last month, my nephew KK, was baptised in Portland. Here is his dad, Coach K1 & me & KK.
Hoonka & Coach K1 after the baptism.
The Priest who performed the baptism is a good friend of mine from college and NET. Here, he is actually making a face at me (that one where you put your thumb on your nose and blow). It looks like he's performing some duty - nope. Funny, though.
The Coach K1 family. Coach, A-man, Hoonka and KK. They're all so cute!

We threw a little "nobody-in-Canada-cares-about-the-Superbowl" party last night. Three families had to cancel and we were left with one family of 6 and 3 college-aged American girls. It was a fun party and we were all over enthusiastic about the amount of food we had (too much after the cancellations). I am happy that Eli Manning won but didn't really care about the game too much. The 4th quarter was good and the commercials were ok. Our crowd loved the NFL spot about the player who was first a grocery store worker & the planters commercial. I guess we were just too busy trying to finish desserts and beer :)

Buck has been continuing his quest to talk more than anyone whose ever lived. His new favorite is to call himself "baby hippo/whale/gorilla" none of the alter-egos talk. They just "cry" with little kitten sounds. He also only refers to me as "mamma hippo/whale/gorilla." The best is when he says, "mamma whale" in public. I have no pride left, really.