Lily was baptized today. Nahnee, ‘Ramma, Godmother/Great Aunt Judy and Great Uncle Bruce were in town, and we really enjoyed their visit. Everyone got their fill of t-ball as both David and Max played Saturday morning. David’s team won their game (first win of the season!), and David had some really nice defensive plays. One of his coaches told me at practice last week that they want to give David a nickname. Floyd. For Pink Floyd. Because David is a wall when he plays centerfield. Nothing gets past him. And really, is there any kind of nickname a 6 year old would appreciate more than one related to an album from the ’70s that requires 3-4 sentences to explain? It’s very nice that his coaches think he’s doing a good job and even nicer that despite having mustered only one win this season, he is having the best time.
Speaking of having the best time, here is Max in action at his game Saturday. He told Kevin earlier today, “I not scared. I love stuff!” And if that doesn’t sum up Max, I don’t know what does.
Later that afternoon, we spent some time at Millennium Park.
Lily continues to copy everything her brothers do. Check out her gaping mouth, just like David’s, in the first picture.
This was Lily’s first go at the Crown Fountains, and she absolutely loved it.
The main event was this morning. As I have mentioned, we usually attend our church’s Wiggle Worship service. It is geared for families with young children. It is an abbreviated version and significantly less formal version of the grown up service at 10:30 complete with Bible lesson, sermon, prayers and Communion prepared by enthusiastic grubby little hands. Our priest does a pretty fantastic job of explaining not just the lessons but the ins and outs of the service in a way that the kids understand, and–here’s the thing–they love it. My kids literally run into church on Sundays. Run full speed. So anyway, we decided that we would have Lily baptized at Wiggle Worship. Less formal and a lot more chaotic, but more comfortable and easier for the kids to understand. Paris did a lovely job, and Lily grinned as Paris poured the water over her little head.
We chose my Aunt Judy and Kevin’s Uncle Roger as Lily’s godparents. We know we have the A-team as they are our godparents, and look how great Kevin and I turned out.
A big thank you to Rog and Barb, Aunt Judy and Uncle Bruce and to everyone who shared today with us!