Baptized!

So Sunday our little Mabel got baptized and then, more importantly, we had a party at our house where all my cousins and friends came over.

The day started out with Mabel doing her new thing in the Bumpo chair, which is fun because now she can sit up at the table with us when we eat.

(Note: Check out to Mabel's left, on the wall, that is basically the wall that is right next to my seat at the table. Apparently the wall is my canvas and food is my paintbrush)

Then we went up to Mom and Dad's room and Mabel did a little pre-baptism photo shoot. It's kind of like a walk on the red carpet except she can't walk and there was no red carpet, but I'm sure you know what I mean.

Here's Mabel in Mom's Grandpa Henry's baptism gown, which is over 100 years old. During the ceremony, Mabel pulled a fast one on the priest; he went to put the oil on her forehead and she sneezed really hard and blew it all over him. After three and a half months, the little joker in her came out - it was a really sweet move.

Oh, not many pics of me at the post-party because I was all over the place, running around in the park out front, the whole bit. However, this is what "too many cupcakes" looks like, if you're wondering.

Praise The Lord!!

So I got baptized a couple weeks ago, which was really great. Most of mom's family came in from out of town and we spent a lot of quality weekend time together. And dad's family was all there as well, along with some close friends.

Uncle Kenny and Aunt Erica are my godparents, which means that if my mom and dad aren't taking me to church like they're supposed to, then that is now the godparents responsibility to do that. That is quite interesting because Aunt Erica lives in Kansas City and Uncle Kenny has a tough time getting to church himself... so it might just be me, a bowl of cereal and George Stephanopolous on Sunday mornings.

One thing to note - I got baptized in a gown that is 112 years old and has been passed down through mom's family. My Great Grandpa Henry got baptized in the same gown more than 90 years ago, which is pretty sweet. Grandpa Henry is who they named the Oh Henry bar after. He was the youngest of sixteen brothers and sisters and Grandpa Henry was always getting in trouble, prompting his siblings to constantly shout, "Oh Henry!" The people from Mars caught wind of the family history and named the candy bar after him. That story is completely made up, but it flowed very naturally so I just kept going with it.

The story about the gown being 112 years old is not false at all; here's a shot of the gown.



Oh, and here's me with my grandparents and Great Grandma Muffy. Her real name is Mafalda Anita Bocelli, so as you can guess, she makes a mean spaghetti and meatballs.


Here's a shot of me going through the actual baptism ceremony with my godparents.


Here's a couple shots of me with mom and dad. As you'll see in the second photo, I'm sleeping in church. That's a little trick I learned from Papa and Uncle Kenny, infamous church sleepers; although I think they're a little more subtle about it than I am in that photo.



And lastly, this was a gift from Colin & Steph that I thought was hilarious so I wanted to share a picture with you. Not the most conventional baptism gift, but definitely the funniest.