Claire was baptised today.

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We had the honour of having Fr. Danny Wilson baptise Claire for us before he left his post at St. Dunstan's Basilica. Fr. Danny was the priest who presided at our wedding (also at St. Dunstan's), so it was great to have him there today. The Godparents are Jessica (my sister) and Ryan (our friend), both of whom have been working diligently on their roles. Jessica's been practicing her snuggles with Claire as much as possible, and Ryan's been working on his Marlon Brando.

It was hot (evident by our glistening faces and soaked shirts), but we made it, and Claire left the church with a blinding halo hovering above her head.

Our first CSA veggie box has arrived.

A couple of months ago, our (then, to be) neighbour Kathleen asked us if we wanted to join her and go halves on a Community Supported Agriculture basket. We had been interested in getting a basket ourselves for a little while, but knew we wouldn't be able to eat everything that would come with it in time for the next one to come. Kathleen was in the same boat, so we split it.

Kathleen scouted out a CSA program from the Chuckwagon Farm Market ( http://www.thechuckwagonfarmmarket.com/CSA.html ). We subscribed for the entire season, and get 15 weeks worth of fresh, local produce for a very good weekly price (especially when split between two parties).

Our first basket came this past Friday, and contained a bounty of carrots, beets, broccoli, lettuce (a lot of lettuce), spinach, green onion, a fairly hefty cucumber, 5 lbs of potatoes, and potted parsley, basil, and another herb, which I cannot recall (Rachel and I have entrusted the herbs to Kathleen's much greener thumb). They said that as the program continues, some weeks we can expect twice as much as we received this first week. Yum!

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Growing.

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(Taken about a week ago).

Claire was four weeks old yesterday. She's already not fitting into clothes she wore after getting home from the hospital, which is really putting this whole "they grow up so fast" thing into perspective.

When I was a kid, my mom used to say she was going to put a brick on my head to keep me from growing. I thought she was crazy.

She wasn't.