Bling, baby, grenade

Beatrice and I went on an early morning hike through the woods last fall and stumbled upon a poorly executed treasure hunt. Apparently run the day before, a bunch of treasure remained hidden in trees, on the trail, even on an old stone bridge. In the picture above, Beatrice sports the "hipity-hopity bling on a swing" and a "hares in love" snow globe pendant.

I can't hide my fondness for the bunny earring.


Jane loves the "gold" bracelet and the purple inflatable heart key chain.


Shortly after the treasure find, another treasure: Baby Michaela.

It was at the hospital where I posed proudly with the "Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch", capping a month of surprise treasures.

A Reading from the Book of Armaments, Chapter 4, Verses 16 to 20:

Then did he raise on high the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch, saying, "Bless this, O Lord, that with it thou mayst blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy." And the people did rejoice and did feast upon the lambs and toads and tree-sloths and fruit-bats and orangutans and breakfast cereals ... Now did the Lord say, "First thou pullest the Holy Pin. Then thou must count to three. Three shall be the number of the counting and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither shalt thou count two, excepting that thou then proceedeth to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the number of the counting, be reached, then lobbest thou the Holy Hand Grenade in the direction of thine foe, who, being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it."

-- Monty Python, "Monty Python and the Holy Grail"