To those who fed my birth givers, I give ye a Mongolian bow.

My birth givers apparently finagled free dinners out of some of their cohorts on account of my glorious coming. Nonetheless, I feel it my Mongolian duty to honor those who nourished them and helped them stay sane.

My dear Amy Simon, I believe my parents fell into such a lovely stupor after ingesting your Angel Chicken that they neglected my poo diaper for a full 37 minutes. We shall have words at a later date, I promise you!

Jen and Brian, apparently my caregivers were so enamored with your turkey meatloaf that they neglected to even get a a picture of you. Just as well, this is a fitting reminder that this winter I shall carve the sweet pow-pow around your feeble bones. Prepare yourself accordingly! 

Oh my kindred, Oh my friends, Oh my Orzo - Orzo Salad that is! Dear me, I can't get enough of these word games. 2 months and already I'm a walking dictionary. Really though, delicious Auntie, really quite divine. 

The Italian Minister made a well-timed return, just before I could declare his entire country forfeit (and my newest yachting grounds). His supple touch lulled me to sleep, while his lasagna far too easily won over my weak-minded birth givers.

Cleverly, the Italian Minister brought along his lovely wife. Damn these infernal maidens and their sleeping spells! Had I kept my senses, my Mongolian fleet would now bob to the rhythm of the Mediterranean tide.

Katrina's Red Bean Chili was the best I've ever had (secondarily of course)! Really though, I was a bit perturbed that the Red Buffoon took the entire half gallon of leftovers to work the next day and returned with nary a morsel and a rather satisfied look on his face...

After the delicious chili, Uncle Mark and I sang our favorite 80's ballads. Here we are belting out one of our favorites from that rapscallion group Journey: Don't Stop Believing!

Cousin Owen, who has a far more sensible palette, dined on a gourmet puree of something yellow and rather lovely when spread upon the face.

Smita, your spicy pasta extravaganza was a revelation to my newly peeping eyes, and an adventure upon the Road of Delicious Delicacies for my birth givers.

Augustus Stein, my honorary namesake, if you attempt to assassinate me with a choke such as this again, you shall feel the thunder that I usually only reserve for my Pampers. That is all!

However, your adorable children and wife did bring over the most delectable teriyaki chicken and veggie dish any Irish/Mongolian family has ever experienced. The mere smells of such a feast no doubt drugged them into the tomfoolery you see above.

Auntie Jen and I guffawed immensely at Cousin Luke's pre-dinner stand-up performance. I gave him a left-footed tap upon the chest as a sign of approval and many future "Moosings" together.