Getting Little Man clean and ready the night before. Not quite sure why, he never stays clean for more than a few hours. He gets what we're calling "milk neck" after almost every feeding. After a few feedings, he's pretty smelly. Oh well. At least he smelled good for a little while.
Practicing with Dad for my Baptism......
Yall laugh at my expense way too much
Finally, Sunday morning arrives and somehow we make it to the church on time. However, this is only after we've tried on Tyler's newly bought, pristine Baptism outfit and it is too big. Good thing we had Andrew's outfit that he wore when he was baptised. That one fit just fine, so we put on a bib to capture any spit up and drool and headed out. We kept the bib on until the service started and as soon as we took it off.... bleeuuurpt... Tyler spits up mondo amounts of partially digested milk all over himself. Oh well. He's a baby and that's what baby's do I guess. They performed the baptism early on during the service and Tyler just stared at the pastor and was such a good baby. He was even good when the pastor walked him up and down the aisle for the congregation to see him. We sat back down and Tyler fell asleep for the rest of the service.... whew!
Family pic with The Weaver's
Family pic with The Johnson's
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