Mr. R gets baptized

It only took two years, three months, and 12 days, but we finally did it. We unheathenized the baby.

His adorableness is covered by his plethora of boots.

The service was nice, the boys behaved beautifully (with the exception of the time when W got up and decided to use the steps to the alter as a race track), and everything ran smoothly. I felt like I got a lot of judgy looks for my kid being about two years older than your typical baptizee, which I ignored as best I could.

R, for his part, did a great job. B was holding him, and R was fine until it was time to lean him over the font. Then the terror set in. R's little eyes got huge and he grabbed on to B's necktie for dear life. It was hilarious, and I wish I had a picture of his face. But that was the worst of it. He was sweet and pleasant and adorable and decidedly un-two throughout the days' events. (Thank you, Lord!)

The fam, post-service. I'm shocked we were all looking at the same camera at the same time. It's a baptism miracle!

Afterward, everyone went back to my mom's for a little luncheon. We did the standard hot chicken sandwiches, punch, and cake. My SIL was home from Arizona and was super excited about the hot chicken. It's apparently not as much of a thing out west as it is in good ol' NW Ohio.

R has no interest in opening presents.

But never fear! Big brother W is here! "I hep you, Wobby!"

This is his current "cheese!" face. We have a lot of pics like this.

All in all, it was small, low-key, and turned out nicely. It was nice that my SILs were both able to make it. And I feel much better about myself because I rectified a major parental/spiritual shortcoming by getting him baptized.