A Pet Blessing

So every year at my school (and Mae's school) we do a pet blessing instead of our Friday morning 8:15 mass. So instead of heading to church we head to the courtyard and anyone who has a pet can have their mom or dad bring it up and the priest says a short little do-hickey and then he walks around with that thing that sprays the holy water and blesses all the pets.

So for the second year in a row Nana made the long trip down through rush hour with our good friend Buddy. Dad had the morning off so he joined us as well.

This first photo I vetoed having in the post but then Dad (I mean, my photo editor) double vetoed it and said he loved the look on my face, so let's just get this over and done with.

Next up is a photo of the whole bunch of us. But wait, Fin, where's Buddy? you might ask? Well, Dad had his friend Ted take the photo and let's just say Ted isn't shuffling with a full deck all the time so here's us at the pet blessing, minus the pet (he's there, believe me).

And then, right before Nana left, my teacher - Ms. Lozan - asked if we could bring Buddy over to show to my whole class. So we did, and the kids loved him and then we posed for a really fun Pet Blessing Day 2nd Grade class photo.

Puck Drop 2015

I know, I write a lot about the Blackhawks on this blog, but I'll tell you why: because the good times dad and I have at these games will literally last a lifetime. And we had another one a week or so ago.

In case anyone of you don't know, it's been absolutely beautiful here in Chicago lately, so instead of the bus or a cab, we jumped on our bikes after dinner and headed for the barn (that's what people that go to Blackhawks games a lot call the United Center, where they play). The route that we took to the game there is really no traffic at all so I got to ride almost all the way there in the middle of the street.

We got there, locked up our bikes and went to our seats.

Then came a really cool moment. Tommy Hawk, the Blackhawks mascot, was in our section about ten rows ahead of us.  These old guys behind us kept telling me to go up and talk to him but I didn't really want to.

He headed downstairs onto the concourse and that's when Dad and I made a race for it. We ran down the stairs and onto the concourse and, lo and behold, he was standing right there. So we called to him and he turned around and gave me a huge high-five, and then we snapped this photo.  I was really excited, so much so that I printed it out and brought it to show Ms. Lozan, my teacher, the next morning because she's a huge Hawks fan, too.

When we got back to our seats the old guys asked me if I saw him and we showed them the pictures and they got really rowdy and excited and were giving me high fives and fist bumps too.

A great game, Hawks were up big, and so since it was a school night we headed for the door. Here is how we parked our bikes. It took Dad about 15 minutes to figure out how to lock them together and, honestly, I had to finally help him and show him how to do it. He has since been calling me Big Toe. He explains it that if you didn't have your big toe, you'd just fall over; and he said I'm like his Big Toe  - if he didn't have me, he'd be pretty much worthless.

All in all, yet another amazing Blackhawks game. Next one is not until January because Uncle Jim is coming to town next week and he stole my ticket... UNCLE JIM!!!