Boys of the Carb
Tuesday 05.06.08When I was a small tyke, I remember enjoying going to church. My parents may tell you differently: I’m not sure how easy it was wrangling me into frilly dresses and tights that I seemed to manage to bust on a frequent basis (ugh: I hated tights. And yet I wear long johns 10 months out of the year . . . ). Part of me like playing with friends, another enjoyed hearing Bible stories, and yet another singing songs (or rather screaming “hallelu” and “praiseyethelord” at the top of my petite, ladylike lungs). But a big reason methinks that I enjoyed congregating to be in the presence of God revolved around communion.
But Dren, what kind of wacky Friends church did you go to? Quakers don’t practice the bodily act of communion at their worship gatherings!
Well, my communion was more put on by the kitchen crew. And it wasn’t so much the body and blood of Christ being remembered as much as the praise of the processed food industry of America. Instead of bread and wine, we had:
- Sandwich cookies
- Red Koolaid
Ah, sweet crack to a sugar “sensitive” kid. My own private Babylon.
My husband as a tyke took a different angle and tried to prove Christ wrong: that it is possible to live on bread alone.
Unfortunately, it’s true that the sins of the fathers (and mothers) get passed down to the sons. As seen by one’s excitement for pancakes:
Which, technically, they’re pletter (insert some funky symbol over an “e” that I don’t know how to do on an American (a.k.a. Colbert-approved) keyboard). And they’re being eaten in honor of the Swedish nature of JJ’s Nana – it was her birthday, so Swedishness should be appreciated on that day.
Then there’s this one:
Who got a hold of his brother’s bagel. The brother was none to happy about that, but Little A certainly was.
If you think that looks faintly familiar, it could be because of this:
Our blessed carbo-loading family.
Oh I am SO with you on this one sister. There is nothing better than obesity inducing bready products…yummm….
we’re twinsies. i noticed in your christmas time postings that little a and jackson had the same christmas pjs. there was something else that we had in common that i notcied awhile ago (but now i’ve forgotten) and today i noticed that we have the same trash can
maybe you are our (mine and jennie’s) long lost triplet!!!
ps your boys are oh-so cute! i love little a’s big eyes.
OMG, I know for a fact that what my children most appreciate about meeting is the cookies and juice.
Henry’s favorite part about the nursery is the graham crackers, I’m sure.
And who can live without the yumminess of pancakes??? No, really…I’m serious.
I also feel compelled to tell you that my constant cleaning is a very unhealthy obsession and you do NOT want it! Oh, how I long for the day when I can ignore the dishes in the sink and the big sticky juice stain on the floor…
On another note, we need to get together!! Let’s make that happen soon!
Oh dang. I also forgot to say HOW STINKIN’ CUTE your tykes are! How did A get all that hair? Can we have some?
With the look on Little A’s face in that first pic with the bagel, it looks like he would defend it with his life. He’s not going to get bullied at all in school as long as he imagines that the mean boys are taking his bread. I don’t THINK so! (Insert head waggle and eyebrow raise.)