I don't really even like cornflakes. But I am drowning in vegetables, and they sounded like an appetizing alternative.
Dave assured me that once I got over my 'Italian meat phobia' born of a single isolated incident which may or may not have involved horse meat, I'd feel a lot better. And as I sit here eating my THIRD smallish bowl of homemade paleo beef stew, (how obnoxious do I sound? Punch yourself, Jenny) I'm beginning to think he was right.
But I thought the cravings wouldn't start till day 4 or 6. So maybe I'll be fully converted and adjusted by then?
Anyway, on to more exciting things, like the pictures from last night's swearing in ceremony of the newest members of the Swiss Guard (the Pope's exclusive, private security force, dating back to Pope Clement VII) and the subsequent fully-catered Swiss banquet reception in the antechamber of Paul VI hall inside Vatican City. We be rollin'.
The ceremony itself was a little long for a 1 and 2.5 year old to handle at dinnertime, but it was super cool when they actually came to the swearing of the oath. They marched up to their commandant one by one and aggressively grasped a horizontally-held flag before throwing their right hands up in this awesome thumb-index-middle-finger salute. Three for the Trinity. And then they screamed their oaths in German (or French, depending on where in Switzerland they hailed from.) And it was terrifying. And awesome. And guess what? They pack semi-automatics under those fancy striped pantaloons. So don't mess with Switzerland.
|He'd be sad to hear it, I'm sure, but I think this wee little one is adorable.|
|Receiving line after the ceremony.|
|Clump of monsignores. Off camera: the President of Switzerland. (What? I didn't know what I was shooting at.)|
|Sometimes you just gotta text.|
|Joey and his Italian bff Isabel, admiring the halibards from their respective journalist/daddy perches.|