It was a beautiful service. Benjamin and a handful of other babies were baptized in the middle of the regular Mass. Our church in St. Paul gets the babies naked and dunks them waist-high in the font while all the kids gather round and watch. The priest scoops water over the baby's head and recites the words of baptism while he is immersed. Ben didn't bat an eye. He likes his baths.
He's smiling now, but I hope our priest is still smiling when our two boys run and squawk noisily all over the back of the church on Sundays! (Yes, that's my "nice" wig.)
The godparents: my sister Ellen, who flew in from Oregon, and Steve's brother Bruce.
We had a little gathering of mostly family over afterward. My parents, along with my sister, are here from Portland, so they got to catch up with Steve's side of the family. Our friend Jennifer prepared a light lunch and had it all laid out for us when we got home from church. She rocks. If anyone is looking for a caterer, let me know.
Ben wore the same romper Daniel wore at his baptism. My friend Anne borrowed it for her son Aaron's baptism, too. It was kind of sad to take it off, knowing we won't be using it again. I wonder if any future boys in our family will wear it.
Steve took this picture of me with Ben, and I kind of like it.
So many photos in a day can make a baby cranky.