1. Between December 2nd and 3rd, post a pic of yourself as a baby, and/or;
2. Tell a story about when you were a baby
(You can choose to do one or the other or both.)
On December 2nd, when Trisha posts for her blogiversary, she will be giving away a little prize (your choice of a book she's selected, or some other book, from the Book Depository). More details about that on the day itself.
So, for funsies, I thought I'd present a snippet from an older blog post of mine titled Shooting at the Devil. (You can see how this would be about me as a baby, naturally.) I opened the post referencing Penelope Crowe's post about possession, then segued into my Great Uncle, Tio Nuno (TEE-oo NOO-noo)* who was rumored to be a witch/mystic/alcoholic (may God rest him and hold him close), who proposed a curious cure for whatever ailed me when my parents took my baby-self on a visit to their homeland, Portugal. If you'd like to read the full (long!) post, you can check it out here.
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|You wanna pass me over a what, now?|
- Make the baby a wreath of garlic and sprinkle her with holy water.
- Make a bonfire and toss into it some rosemary, rue, and eucalyptus.
- Pass the baby through the smoke of this fire and pray to some saints (which specific ones is lost in the mists of time).
I have to admit, I'm disappointed that she didn't try the bonfire thing. Also, I think I'd look pretty smashing in a garlic wreath (kickin' it old-school!). But seriously, I'm proud of my Mom for turning to her faith during this peculiar phase in our lives...I hope I'll always turn to God, in good times and in bad. Still, I'd love to know who hit me with the bad juju, so I could avenge myself (and my parents) by TPing her house.
*Nuno was not his real name, but it is a common - and unique - Portuguese name, for an uncommon man!