Zuzu is legit.
(In the eyes of Christianity, anyhow, and not in the whole She Doesn’t Look Like Anyone Except For Maybe P.J.’s Best Friend Neil A Tad When The Light Makes Her Hair Slightly Reddish- But I Swear She’s A Schoeny, Have You Seen Her Mouth kinda way.)
|P.J.’s awfully excited.|
We had a small baptism yesterday for our secondborn buttercup…and I’m not kidding you, she was an incredibly good baby. Which is no surprise. But it’s still really nice when it occurs publicly.
When Father Bevin poured the water over her head (three times), she barely flinched. Although she did give a Look that seemed to say- Oh, please stop that. Soon-ish. Whenever, really. Oh, forget it- you’re fine.
She didn’t even mind when Nora “blessed” her forehead rather roughly. (To make sure it stuck, I imagine.)
Her godfather Nat (one of my oldest pals) and her godmother Dorrie (P.J.’s sis) did a really good job of a) getting Susannah to smile, and b) making sure the baptismal candle didn’t tip/light anyone aflame.
|“I saw Goody Proctor with the devil!”|
Zu wore the Schoeny fam christening gown (which, when Nora wore it, inspired my sister Rachel to blurt out “I saw Goody Proctor with the devil!) It is rather eyelet lacy. And there was no hope of getting the bonnet on Susannah’s head.
Let’s just say that we waited so long to baptism this kiddo that there was a very real chance she would answer all of the priest’s questions herself.
But she looked absolutely sweet and wonderful. And her after party dress (obvie) was a sailor dress.
Because nothing says I Now Know Jesus like an embroidered anchor.
Our families did an awful lot of work. (I think my Mom got off the tarmac and already had two things on the stovetop and hummus in the Cuisinart. And no one complained.)
|Monkey bread, a.k.a. Eating A Bowl Of Sugar.|
P.J.’s mother washed everything in the kitchen twice. (Because it got dirty repeatedly. Not because she thinks my house it filthy. Although- man, does she think my house is filthy?)
Two of my sisters came to play- which is always super fun- and I repaid the favor by making them sleep on the couch/on a half-inflated air mattress.
My gal (both gals, really) were spoiled rotten by family and our smallish group of pals. And I’ve already consumed my caloric intake for the month.
Which means…nothing, really.
Because I’m still about go do some damage to leftover Baptismal Quiche.
|Can someone superimpose Rachel’s head in here?|