Baptized

Lucy June's baptism was all sorts of lovely. The family got to sit in four different parts of the church because we were prompt as usual. At one point during the service I saw my son walking down the side aisle aiming, per his most recent ecclesial obsession, for the kneelers in the front. I had the baby and turned around to glare at my husband four pews back and sent my brother running down to fetch back our wannabe altar boy. I then thought of all the people who had seen the not-so-nice face I'd made at my husband, so I turned back to Jacob and mustered more of a "Kids do the darnedest and I love you" face. Nothing if not genuine over here.

At some point during the homily I started to wonder whether I'd gotten the baptism date wrong. What if today wasn't the right day? What if this wasn't the right Mass time? I was pretty sure, but I haven't been winning at the whole life organization game. I mean last week could alternately be called 7 posts in 7 days or 1 home cooked meal in 7 days. By the prayer of the faithful I was almost in a sweat. My 93 year old grandmother had driven four hours to be here and Jacob had three family members in from three corners of the nation, and I might have told them the wrong thing. So when they asked for our personal intentions I offered up some heartfelt "don't let me actually be this flaky" and "please please please let my daughter get baptized today." 

My prayers were answered, and now baby smells of holy chrism and a new beginning of goodness. 

The family baptismal gown - appropriately size newborn - was a little scandalous on little miss four months already, but at least it showed off her not androgynous diaper cover.

Opie wrangled the toddler during the naptime baptism.

They were both champs.

Jake even - almost - cooperated for the formal photography.

We enjoyed the 100% humidity 78 degree weather  

with Mrs. Bazin Chronicles and her little Miracle Man and lots of others

until a front sent the temps plummeting and blew us all inside.

The godparents did bang up jobs and posed for an awkward number 

of awkward pictures 

with their charge. No, they are not married, and, no, they are not related, and, yes, Jacob and I are fully aware of the general lack of genetic diversity between our families of origin. 

So welcome into the fold little Lucy June. We are so glad you are here with us.