Do baptisms seriously stress anyone else out or am I the only crazycake that makes an Everest out of a speedbump? I can never find the gown (in the heating vent this time ... thank you, dear Sebastian) until the 11th hour, Mom's still in that terrible in-between clothing/swollen face stage, there's the worry that the baby be attacked by a case of the audible hangries during the blessed event, the heathen should probably be bathed prior to the big day, and "coffee and donuts at our house afterward" turns into a stupidly early wake up to make a mediocre breakfast casserole + failed (but time consuming) cinnamon rolls + we might not have enough orange juice, and the more you want to focus on the sacrame- we definitely don't have enough orange juice - distractions consume and consume some more.
They even get the best of Simon Stressed Never Patton. By the time the homily rolled around, he had leaned over and asked, "how is this going to work?" three separate times because the thought of heaving all three kids up to the altar in the middle of Mass must've not exactly screamed, "feasible" to Mr. Worrynot.
Luckily, Mr. Lipless did great ...
All that worry for almost nothing and we've got a shiny new Christian on our hands. I would ask for an Alleluia but .... tis not the season.
it's not about Mom but ...
dress - Goodwill (altered)
plums - Kohl's
shoes - c/o Blowfish
Julia - B
Sebastian - B
Theo - A
Linking up with FLAP .... like always.