While the littles napped, Blaise and I took in the Roscoe Village Burger Fest. Behold.
He chose a massive blue Powerade and a BBQ burger. I don't have many moments alone with just Blaise, and it was nice to chat with him. He still held my hand while we walked through the crowds. Some days he seems grown up so that was precious to me. Attack that burger, Blaiser.
As you can see, Blaise does not always have saintly behavior! Blaise's name, however, comes from a saint whose feast day we observe every February. St. Blaise is known for blessing throats, as he once saved a young boy choking on a fish bone. He also is the patron saint of wild animals. Perhaps he can intercede on behalf of our cat? We expect that our Blaise will have lots of spunk, just like the saint he's named after!