Baptism

We got baptized up at Uncle Stuart's church in Arcadia this weekend along with our cousin Kyle.  I was very excited to pick out my own fancy dress, and Tommy was excited to wear a tie like Daddy.

Aren't we fancy?  

And so sweet?

Don't worry, we're still crazy.

Especially Tommy.  Dad says there's a reason people usually baptize their babies early: because 2-year-olds don't exactly cooperate or stay quiet in a long church service.  Tommy was especially squirmy, and in a mood to explore and wreck shop.  Mom tried to keep him busy and corral him, but whenever she picked him up he'd yell, "Put down! Put down!"  She was worried he'd knock over the baptismal faunt or the candles and the whole place would go up in flames.  Instead, he squirmed and squealed until it was his turn, then put both hands in the holy water and laughed maniacally when the reverend poured it over his head.  Grandma joked that the exorcism of Tommy's squirmy demons will be our next church event.

L to R: Our godparents Ben and Misty Smith (other godparents Christa and Scott Haskins are in Minnesota and couldn't attend), me, Nana, Kyle, Uncle Stuart, Daddy, Mommy, mad squirmy Tommy, and Grandma.