The Godfather...

This weekend was the busiest we've had in a long time. It was also the best we've had in,...forever. I was fighting back eyeball sweat for three straight days.

On Sunday morning, Jake and I went to the airport and picked up his Uncle G. Then we raced on over to the church to get Jake and Brady some religion. We got to meet Cat Stevens..err, Deacon Harry, who performed the ceremony. What genuinely nice guy he was. Anyway, J&B's cousin, Makayla, was baptized first. She did a great job. Not one tear. Next came Brady. Not one tear,...yeah right. He doesn't do well with 70-year-old men pouring water on his noggin(Jarrod, it's not your fault, I'm just glad you didn't drop him). Finally, it was Jake's turn. Up into Uncle G's arms he went. He did a great job. He's an attention hound, so I think he rather enjoyed it. After the pictures and such, we ate, ate, and ate some more. Then Brady ate a handful of icing. Time to go home.

Sunday night brought one of the weirdest culinary experiences of my life. We took The Godfather out to dinner at our favorite Mexican-food joint. The food was fine, Jake and Brady ate their weight in chips and salsa. The usual. The service was bad though. Weird too. All night long our waitress kept disappearing for long periods of time. That was both good and bad. Bad, because we had no water and silverware. Good, because we didn't have to look at her. I had a sneaking suspicion, which was confirmed by G. Turns out, our "waitress", had an Adam's apple. Now, I'm no homophobe, but there is just something unappetizing about all that. Call me crazy. It gets weirder though. While we were walking out the door, I asked the male greeter if, in fact, we had been served by a he-she. Oh yes, he said,"There's three of them that work here." Perfect. Welcome to Arizona!

The rest of our time was spent doing some other stuff, no less important, but I will get into all that at a later time. To summarize, G showed us all how to conquer your fear. Jake and Brady got to introduce him to the Wiggles, and the insanity that ensues. G also got to purchase some piece of mind. My heart is full, leave it at that.

Despite the freak show, our weekend was awesome. I am so thankful the boys got to finally meet their "Uncle" G. Someday, they'll look back at the pictures of this weekend's happenings and smile. God willing, G will be there to tell them about it, oddities and all.