Jack's Baptism

Monday, January 10, 2011

In what can only be described as "real, grown-up parenting," Durel and I decided to have Jack baptized at our church.  Gone are the days of yore, when 9 AM on Sunday morning was for sleeping off the previous night's transgressions before waking for a leisurely brunch. 

You know what?  That's great with me.  I prefer this.  It rocks.


Uncle Dustin and Aunt Geri did us the honor of agreeing to be Jack's godparents.  We have long known that Jack would have a special bond with them, but this just enhances that bond.  Good stuff.

The service was lovely; a total of 4 babies were baptized.  Jack was first.  Durel, Dustin, Geri and I did a good job of speaking in unison, reading our lines correctly from the Book of Common Prayer, not crying (Geri and I were at risk of this), and generally behaving well in public on this momentous occasion.

Jack also did a good job.  He didn't cry, puke, or have a massive diaper blow-out.  He did make his presence known, though.  I think we're dealing with quite a personality here.  (Not a newsflash; just an update.)  He "talked" during the service with explosively loud "DADADADA's."  He flipped over backward in Durel's arms and watched the sermon upside down, making everyone giggle.  When the water was applied to his head, he looked at her with a priceless expression of, "What are you doing??"  All in all, Jack was in the house, and everybody knew it.


All of Jack's grandparents were in attendance for the special day.  It was truly a wonderful day and a good time was had by all.


After all the excitement of church, Jack took a pro-style nap when we got home.  As a result, he missed his Baptism Brunch, for which I had gone to Martha Stewart levels of preparation.

The menu:
  • fruit salad
  • savory mini-scones
  • sausage balls (my nod to the fact that I have birthed a Texan)
  • Paula Deen's crock pot macaroni and cheese (shut the front door; it's amazing) (leave out the eggs, by the way)
  • cake
  • mimosas
  • coffee
It was great.  Have I said that ten times yet?  I am delighted with how it went.  Grown-up parenting is pretty stinking fun.

Hope this finds you well,
Heather

8 comments:

  1. Congrats on having an amazing and memorable baptism! And, your brunch menu sounds amazing. Definitely checking out that crock pot mac & cheese...

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  2. Does it ever freak you out (or make you smile) to think you have birthed a Texan... and an Austinite, to boot?!

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  3. It was such a wonderful day, thank you again for giving Dustin and I the honor of being Jacks godparents. We are very excited about it, love you guys!

    P.S that picture is priceless!

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  4. Love Jack's expression in the picture of the whole family- so cute!

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  5. I am so happy for everyone! I knew it would be fun. Jack looks pretty happy hanging out with Dustin and Geri!

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  6. I love love love this post, and i love you guys too!

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  7. Junior was baptized while we were visiting my hubby's family in CA. The preparation was quite a fiasco - our initial godparent choices weren't acceptable, just to name one of the hoops I had to deal with. His outfit, a white cableknit onesie, totally unbuttoned in the crotch during the first five minutes. And to top it off, my son pooped in the middle of the ceremony! Fortunately it was a private baptism and the priest was very nice and joked about it.

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  8. @Laura -- I had fears that he would have a total blowout during the ceremony! So sorry that Junior decided to go that route! Glad it was private, though. ;)

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Monday, January 10, 2011

Jack's Baptism

In what can only be described as "real, grown-up parenting," Durel and I decided to have Jack baptized at our church.  Gone are the days of yore, when 9 AM on Sunday morning was for sleeping off the previous night's transgressions before waking for a leisurely brunch. 

You know what?  That's great with me.  I prefer this.  It rocks.


Uncle Dustin and Aunt Geri did us the honor of agreeing to be Jack's godparents.  We have long known that Jack would have a special bond with them, but this just enhances that bond.  Good stuff.

The service was lovely; a total of 4 babies were baptized.  Jack was first.  Durel, Dustin, Geri and I did a good job of speaking in unison, reading our lines correctly from the Book of Common Prayer, not crying (Geri and I were at risk of this), and generally behaving well in public on this momentous occasion.

Jack also did a good job.  He didn't cry, puke, or have a massive diaper blow-out.  He did make his presence known, though.  I think we're dealing with quite a personality here.  (Not a newsflash; just an update.)  He "talked" during the service with explosively loud "DADADADA's."  He flipped over backward in Durel's arms and watched the sermon upside down, making everyone giggle.  When the water was applied to his head, he looked at her with a priceless expression of, "What are you doing??"  All in all, Jack was in the house, and everybody knew it.


All of Jack's grandparents were in attendance for the special day.  It was truly a wonderful day and a good time was had by all.


After all the excitement of church, Jack took a pro-style nap when we got home.  As a result, he missed his Baptism Brunch, for which I had gone to Martha Stewart levels of preparation.

The menu:
  • fruit salad
  • savory mini-scones
  • sausage balls (my nod to the fact that I have birthed a Texan)
  • Paula Deen's crock pot macaroni and cheese (shut the front door; it's amazing) (leave out the eggs, by the way)
  • cake
  • mimosas
  • coffee
It was great.  Have I said that ten times yet?  I am delighted with how it went.  Grown-up parenting is pretty stinking fun.

Hope this finds you well,
Heather
 
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