While it is WAY too long of a service for little babies, he did the best a little guy can do and powered through in his baptism jersey (don't call it a gown). Such a champ. He only whimpered a little in surprise when he got Holy Water'd--with much more gusto than a "sprinkle."
In all seriousness, it was a very special day. I wouldn't get up and go to church for very many people (unless it's a wedding), so I was truly very touched at all the people who came to celebrate with us--either at the service or at brunch afterwards. Or EVEN via the live webcast, in the latest installment of "Ain't Technology Grand?". So thanks be to you.
So holy with my prayer hands
C wore my paternal grandfather's christening gown. Gramps was born in 1892, so the gown is over 120 years old. He's the fourth generation to wear it (I also wore it when I was christened in a vineyard, setting the stage for a life of wine). It is delicate--I only buttoned a few of the buttons in the back so as not to over-handle it--but still in good shape.
We also have my maternal grandfather's gown, and I wanted him to wear that for a little while or a photo as well, given that he's named for that branch of the family. As it turns out, there are only so many costume changes one can impose on a tired baby, so that one will just have to wait.
For those who might find themselves in the baptismal way: C is about 3.5 months and I think that was a pretty good age for this. Our church (so I suppose Episcopal churches in general) offers four dates per year. I think he would have been too little/in a crying phase at the Easter service. If he were much older, he'd need to be entertained a lot more. The other babies being baptized were about a year old, and needed a lot more wiggling and exiting and such. So if you can hit this age window, it works about as well as it can given the entirely developmentally-inappropriate nature of the rite.
his general feelings after about an hour and 15 minutes of incense and pentecosting
and then a crash
followed by a delicious brunch
which would not have been complete without caramel cake (it's in disguise)



















